Elegy - Hey Marseilles

We would like to reside somewhere along a wide mountainside

Sleep the street and sound of marching feet away or hide

We’ll give up on this town, the people who fill the air with their sound

Hear the noise of girls and boys abound.

Rejoice

I love you for your wit, not for the shit you spout in your dreams

Grace the ground and love you finally found in me or leave

The wind won’t wait to blow you down

And leaves can change only so slow

So keep your legs on the concrete ground

The truth to find is in what we don’t know