A Snake Bite at the Quarry - Tamas Wells

I was sorry for the pain and the worry

And the first hand words of the man from the quarry

Won't take money pay his rent for a while

Want to borrow out a knife

To hollow out a skin to give him at the shop tomorrow

Window's covered page of the saturday sun

It's only a matter of time till the hands

On the tourniquet dried

Pain and the pressure relieved

The feeling under her knees

Was going by the hour until she could be received

I was sorry for the pain and hurried

With the grass snake photos all the way from the quarry

First road way car that was wandering round

The day was shattered but she said what mattered

Were the grease stains all around the seat we sat her

Wished that time we'd driven to the mornington side

It's only a matter of time till the hands

On the tourniquet dried

Pain and the pressure relieved

The feeling under her knees

Was going by the hour until she could be received