Lone Wolf - Being Berber, Role

Almost here…

The bedsheets unmade and it’s midday,

Inebriate the memories,

I know I’m a solitary beast sometimes.

Almost here…

And these blank pages waiting to be written,

Blackout in the neighborhood,

Oh priest have I been smitten?

Two wheels along the highway,

Thick jungle dawn, you followed,

Our clothes drenched, bittersweet the same.

Almost here…

I know I’m a solitary beast sometimes.