Aquamarine

Pain is creeping, seeping Words are sleeping, weeping Through her liquid thoughts Bubbling shaming noughts And nullifying crosses Can only count her losses Alone, well out of earshot Recounting the unwritten plot Re-enacting the lovey-dovey dove And her useless drowning love Sudden springs of spite swelled up Soon waves of rage welled up Now helpless She soaks in pain, in vain, and sinks Soaks in pain, in vain, and sinks Soaks in pain, in vain, and sinks Soaks in pain, in vain, and sinks Soaks in pain, in vain, and sinks Brain drain Brain drain Brain drain Brain drain Then washed up by a tidal bore Waking up on a lonely shore of rippling sand Hangover, hangover (hung, hung, hungover) Hangover, hangover (hung, hung, hungover) Hangover, hangover Hangover, hangover Hangover, hangover Aquamarine blues are over Sung over and over And over-sang Aquamarine blues are over Sung over and over And over-sung Aquamarine blues are over Sung over and over And over-sung Aquamarine blues are over Sung over and over And over-sung