way To your insides. What losses her choices. The years pass; Her longing ebbs and flows. Her whole life a slow slide Caught in the undertow Of the night tide
captain grinned And no one left to tell The captain rose from a silk divan With a pistol in his fist And shot the lock from an iron box And a blood red ruby
grinned "and no one left to tell." The Captain rose from a silk divan With a pistol in his fist And shot the lock from an iron box And a blood red ruby
