Sorrow - Elks

Sorrow trickles from the ceiling

Melts into my tea

and shrivels up my bed

Sorrow

Sorrow comes through the window

Floating on an old love

Blowing in my head

Sorrow

Sorrow paints me a Kandinsky

Parades in the alleys

Messing up my hair

Sorrow trickles from the ceiling

And bitters my tea

And shrivels up myself