Oh woman of a jacket smells like peach
lonely lonely
as an empty bench on an empty beach
my wrinkled hands around my face
lonely lonely
as wooden words around a space
too hard to fill, to hard to delete
lonely lonely
I see you leaving on my feet
waiting for nothing in the aftermoon
lonely lonely
seeing nothing but the yester noon
oh woman of a hair smells like mine
smells like madness only
we were the prayers and the shrine
I feel so lonely