Larry

She says from on high, is that the sea, don’t you wonder why, if it's all true, she’s as bad as me, eyes blink like jewels, diamond suns burn bright, with hopes of eternity, is life really so tight, then we’re screwed, she arches breezily, let’s sleep till noon, we’ll sail the sky, nothing else beats scrutiny, on cold Candlemas light, we're so sad and cool, who expects sympathy, when we nod like fools, on these long flights,