Sabina

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