Trashed Treasure - The Eden House, Julianne Regan

I was there

At just gone three, precisely

To drive you home

I wonder if you can recall the time

We played in the snow

No work, no school, no problems

Just me and you

And I wonder why you chose to believe her

When she said my tears weren’t real

And I loved silver more than

My own flesh and blood

No wonder, I don’t have the strength to light…

A star in the heart of darkness

Build a bridge over ice-cold oceans

Tell you how I’m feeling

When her Royal Majesty won’t let me

So you pilot her warplane

Cut love dead with an emailed Stingray

And this is how I’m feeling

Like tomorrow’s trash is yesterday’s treasure.