Stampy

I heard from my friend in the south
of Jezebels and Dark Grass darts
And tigers striped upon the bed
By sunlight come and soon play dead
She teaches me these wondrous things
In letters that the postman brings
And under corrugated skies
Her hair is bright and shields her eyes

From distance between
The things we've both seen

Her voice is clear inside my head
And helps me when i'm feeling bad
She tells me of a man she kept
Inside a locket around her neck
Wntil the day he came to grief
Upon a simple salad leaf
So she replaced him with a guy
As dear to me as windy skies

I sail on a sea
That she builds for me
In kind