Xia

What it means to fly, within a howling gale, no use trying to lie, in your callow bones, don't need a trail, to find yourself alone, studying a time, when all measures fail, someone pass the wine , how can you be forlorn, when love's there to hail, shame the dice you throw, flip a coin to the sky, dream of finding sail, why always search for why, drink beer out of cones, ditch desolate mail, throw stones at ghosts, nothing's worse than jail, forsaken all the while, now you're feeling great, jump the lonely styles.