Far and away from the hubble bubble
Distanced from the rubble of deserted rooms
Stir up the sunshine, unsettle the haze
Days that hover towards a lovers moon
Search out the twin propellors
Warm up the Plymouth gin
The sinful approach that leads to a thin line
Of lost hope and mothers ruined
Flow under the skin
Injustices that feign to begin
Relentless within to stain times past
With times present acidic rain
Let the heron take the fish from the pond
Sing your song as he feasts
On your well stocked stock, he is not mocking you
Shocking that you should think such a libellous thing
