I was Ramona A Stone

I started with no enemies of my own

I was an artist

In the tunnel

But I remarring a midilife crisis

And I've been dreaming of sleep

And ape men with metal parts

I've spat upon deeply felt age

I've put my heart's in

And I paint the pretty colours Enghlish

We'll creep together you and I

For I know who this warfriend is like