Opium and the Royal Children

Night Breaks
And Our Eyes Ache
Our Sights On
Our Towns ??? Marks
The East Coast
Lies My Mother’s Ghost
Lies Like Grace
Upon The ???
Signs Say
Where The Rich Go
Her Smoke Will Follow
Our Lungs Will Pay
And Some Say
When Children Play
Her Kiss Like ???
Upon The Softest Face
Say Loooooove Me
Loooooove Me