Hayley

What it means to cry, within a screaming gale, no use trying to lie, in your bones, you don't need a trial, to find yourself alone, studying a time, when all your measures fail, and you search for style, can you atone, when love forever fails, and shame marks your home, flip a coin see the sky, talk of finding sail, you always leave this way, drink wine from broken cones, search for desolate mail, throw stones at ghosts, say it's worse than jail, forsaken all the while, when you hit the trail, walk that lonely mile.