Rosalie

What it's like to fly, within a screaming gale, no use trying to lie, escape is in my bones, you don't need bail, to find yourself alone, studying a time, when all measures fail, I look back all right, can we ever fully atone, do we always flail, before reason drags us home, flip a coin to the sky, think of setting sail, always leave this way, drink wine from a jerboam, scan desolate mail, throw stones at my ghosts, it's no worse than jail, forsaken all the while, when you hit the trail, you just have to try.