Someone plays a harp with the strings of my poor broken heart,
there's always one that wants to take advantage
from my vantage point or my nadir nothing seems to be as clear as skin without a blemish.

Nemesis,
there's always one
more advantage taken on.

I'm taking off for warmer climes
said that many times and never done
but
now
I need a bit more sun, a bit more light
one gets so fed up just sitting tight
and anyway
the fence needs mending.