Crossed our wires, wrong hands for hire
and now they’re blaming me
Shooting blanks and loading tanks
with riots in the street
I’d rather bid my precious hours
where two lovers greet
And if it seems it’s worth my time,
perhaps I’ll move my feet
Into the light, we sail tonight
I brought for us a treat
You’re feeling sour, my mood can tower
it’s best that we shall meet
I promise skies, and never lies
we can be discrete
You can’t deny, I’m on your mind
I think that’s pretty neat
© Delia Ross. 2019
