It was late last night was a Sunday

We planned our course through talk

Our friends, and friends and friends of theirs

Moaned how life was not a walk.

My friend

The queen of melody

Swaying

Aye’ how you go

Through tunnels

Of twisted memories

Singing them old

Sung oads.

Then John walked in to the room

And Peter smiled like a shark

They made themselves a wonder-drink

Then slowly got shoved in a park.

Singin’ your songs

Queen of melody

Swaying

O’ how you go

Through tunnels

Of twisted memories

Singing them old

Sung oads.

While Lilly casually touched the laptop

Over her shoulder stood Bob

Stroking her back with his finger

Searching her beating hearts throb.

They wanted a quite place to love

They called themselves the crowd

Then couldn’t find a place in privacy

Hid their lust in smiles and shrouds.

Sing me your songs

Queen of melody

Swaying

O’ how you go

Through tunnels

Of twisted memories

Singing them old

Sung oads.

I got myself a whiskey for free

And sat in the middle of the room

Curses swam in drunken lisps

All around sat drunken buffoons

They said the world had rotten out

They discussed the politics of it all

Eyeing the narrow eyes meanwhile

Hoping on his words they would fall

Sing me your songs

Queen of melody

Swaying

O’ how you go

Through tunnels

Of twisted memories

Singing them old

Sung oads.

And we closed the night hand in hand

We swam to the hour of the morn

Drifting in fits of anger and rage

Thought we escaped times old call

Parting with sharing their numbers

Promises to party again

Some whiskey and tonic and words fake

Shall fall from their mouths wide strain.

Sing me a song

Queen of melody

One that

Soothes me tonight

Aye, how desolate

In this world I feel

Sing me

And comfort my eyes.

Sing me your songs

Queen of melody

Swaying

O’ how you go

Through tunnels

Of twisted memories

Singing them old

Sung oads.