Tender is The Cold Cold Night
Value the precious, the set-to infectious — Two headlongs won’t make it right.
An incendiary mix cackles and kicks Seared by cries deepening sighs. Tangents reign down tragic and sly Scampering like an infiltrant Havocs flame out dashing apart Backflushing the quag a mad puzzling gag. Maps wired into walls. Ceilings deserve A wrecking ball - let it fall. Mysteries’ farm contempts like a charm — Must make way, for the impossible to stay Value the precious, the set-to infectious — Two headlongs won’t make it right. Tender is the cold cold night.