Three a clock in the morning, got chilli blood, getting freezed
And the blues, and the ephemeris, in between now and then
Bass phrases rollin’ flat in circles, Hope the sun will rise.
3 goes rounds and 4 gets me squares, so I wake
Knowing I shall not regret
Wondering if we really forgive
Giving myself up to love
Melting with wise ancient.
Oli.W.P. 