Abalone

She's walking down wind from the magic

Stalking wild cats through an alley of silhouettes

A blue tattoo of a shape that goes forever

She circles round the room with a shell of abalone

She's digging up the roots of my limit

And scattering the seeds to the wind

A cigarette hangs low from her lips,

She can make it last forever

She circles round the room with a shell of abalone