Paige

She says from on high, is that the sea, you have to wonder why, if this bag holds good, she’s as bad as me, face hollowed like wood, diamond jewels borne bright, her hopes of eternity, just don't seem right, something with my blood, she elaborates breezily, never do what I should, smoky blue across the sky, nothing else bears scrutiny, in this eartly light, we're so sad and cool, who expects sympathy, when we act like fools, on these long flights, we drink for company, maybe she's right, to seek reease.