Cry me a song, a day, a time, a place. A memory. Like the slowest movie, my brain makes for me. A weather joy of rain, a fanfare of peaceful glory. Like a tear throws doubty pride on the alchemy. A concubine, a whore or a lost lover Euros of pleasure for the sleepy liar; Laying on your sofas; I draw abandon; On your; ludicrous; well-worn skeleton Papa; don't you think I've loved your Soft bank notes, when I score The only thing you're good for Papa; don't you think, we've been far Hold on, I'm a sleeper, when I wander In the lands, lonely walker, sex worker I lift my hand, to stop the cars in the light, In the dark to drive me home so bright I wonder how, we can ever be happy, When our hearts and minds are sleepy Still bodies, we won't burn nor touch, Disarmed, we'll stay and watch.