Save me now cause you want to
Forgotten since summer had tune.
Needlessly squander your earnings.
Because I've made a fortune on you.
Hello and goodbye to such wanderings.
Everything left has been sold.
And all that I am and now will be.
Is sewed up and buried with mold.
For sure you are a master.
For sure I am a fraid.
For sure you keep me waiting.
For you I guard the gate.
Everything comes up now natural.
All of it jetsam and debris.
I need to choke on your harbour.
But sanity is wind lost at sea.
Kiss me with lips that are withered
Sing me a sad, heartfelt song.
Even your afterthoughts fall empty.
And I am a frustrating singalong.