Dialect Of... - Prawn

You fled the first when you got wind of reason.

I can’t blame you, I’d do the same if I could.

You found forms, found ways that I have fled.

I lost track when you walked in and you said,

«It's far fetched, it’s a plan

That you have ingrained in your small head.»

I found forms, found things you can’t hide.

You found love in lust I’d rather not guess.

You’ve gone foreign now.

I dredged dirt straight out of the bay.

I found words that you couldn’t say.

You’ve got nerve to say I won’t hold you.