Saphie Two

You appear stoned, your picture up in lights, or written on a wall. if love holds true, I know the bells to strike, because I know each part of you, tell me you're not alone, no matter how we fight, or beat our yellow bones, you are not for fools, pretty before your time, fighting off the blues, you scream down a ‘phone, say there is no paradise, a flame not at home, for all your talent reviews, dreams pass out of sight, wind blows a cold truth, clouds ride black and bold, across an autumn fire, you sing less to atone, than finish with desire.