Councillor - Arthur Beatrice

Lay down

Be my

Here the dearest

Of the

Exercise in tents

Well that feels wrong

Know me as the best you’ve ever learnt

Never heard

Telephone

Far from home

And all for love

Only lone

So helpless spawn

Fling down on all his falls

Wretching with the words you’ve never heard

Full and fear to burst

Love those arms

Ic cannot find the face?

On?

Drain me of my

So I’m done?

For the first

Telephone

Far from home

And all for love

Only love

So helpless spawn

Fling down on all his flaws

Wretching with the words you’ve never had

Full grown and fear to burst

Love those arms

I cannot find the face