Sophie Two

You appear stoned, your picture up in lights, or written on the wall, if love holds true, knows which bells to strike, it’s because they love you, tell me you're not lonely, no matter how we fight, or beat our yellow bones, they call you Miss Fortune, pretty before your time, they don’t see your blues, the screams down a ‘phone, dreaming of paradise, a flame not at home, your big talented hue, that passes out of sight, when rain is due, clouds ride black and bold, across the winter sky, you sing less to fold, than fend off time.