I left a thousand embraces
Curtailed the soul
Bylined by the antipathy
Of fundamental variances
Staged a coup
With the mystics
Of Sardinia
The time was nigh
So too were the sea lions
We painted our boats
A bloody red
And laughed as the beer spilled
Treason was at hand surely
But we watched sunsets
At Dunsmuir factories gates
And stole the tired walk
With a handful of options
Try don't try do don't do
Somewhere the keys were mislaid
In a bin of rubbish
