Sweet Sorrow
Minor chords, brooding skies
Playground littered with glass
Lovely seductresses calling
Parting scars, pouting lips
Teasing the injury open
If that is their pleasure so be it
So be it if that is their pleasure
Tell me tales of guiltless men
Swinging quiet as pendulums
Tell me tales of fathers, husbands
Swallowed by the sea
Tell me tales of orphaned children
Sold to slavery, pass the salt
Alistair McHarg
