Updated: Aug 31, 2019
From time to time I catch a glimpse of a rye brunette
Come to realise though that you're too far away.
I hoped you'd be clear
and I the same
but here I stand in Brisbane
we're strangers again forever.
I can reach your fingers through these dimples on my plate
Walk and I'll notice your coat fly around the bend.
Carry on to the next joint
It's clear you're a faint image.
I like life black and white
and all I have is your rye brunette.
This can't go on
so I will accept the fact and use you as bait
for my own damn good.