Marty Willson - Volumes

Borrowed grapes from stores of gold
Put plastic back where metal's sold
Men in quarries connect their bomb
One two three, a new Saigon


Check the bottle, is it full?
Have you found which pin to pull?
Boys in shirts get dirty hands
Smoke kills seagulls on the sands


They have pages, they take ages
To read and to learn
They're heavy to carry and easy to burn
Volumes have secrets
Take them on holiday
Book them a room, save them a moment, swallow their swoon