Alma

You appear stoned, your picture up in lights, or written on the wall. if love holds true, knows which bells to strike, then i love you, tell me you're not lonely, no matter how we fight, or strain our yellow bones, they call you miss Fortune, pretty before a using time, didn't see your blues, the screams down a ‘phone, dreaming of paradise, a flame not at home, your big talented soul, that gaze within our sights, the wind blows cold, clouds ride black and bold, in nights of autumn fire, i sing to atone, stars come out like ice.