Renée - Laura Stevenson

Renée, make a promise to me

Let your hair grow to your knees

And I will not be far, you’ll not be in harms way, Renée

The stragglers bring mud to your door

And trouble for all those who mourn

But do not answer it, stay inside and leave the lights unlit

And night and day, I watch you hide away, Renée

Oh, the full moon

Can’t afford the pull that’s coming from the likes of you

And oh, to tell you

I bet it said, «if it wasn’t for me, the waves won’t come»

High in its bed it goes moving with your moving car

It said, «the hardest part is getting older

The hardest part is getting old»

Renée, you’ve a way to row

Through a lake of fire and fog of cigarette smoke

The dirt-eating moon, don’t hurt her, be good