Ben Folds Five Sky High
Shattered at dawn, so far for so long
Feeling you leap out of time
Thinking I don't want this thing to end
I want a blue sky
Where our stony paths meet
Comfy color sheets,
Thinking when our pale knees need a cigarette in a morning beat under the blue sky
Last night at the bar, I was wrong, I was only hurting
And you were acting too polite with me
Hello to the á¹—ale, through the storms and the rain,
Like a couple of empty starting in post parts
A-a-a-ah the blue sky
A-a-a-ah sky high
A-a-a-ah
Pawn-shop billboard, we buy gold or dreams
Just fade and twist, it's a heartache that never ended
The brightness of air, I'm walking somewhere
And when they ask you, just tell them that you knew me back then, under the blue sky
A-a-a-ah sky high
A-a-a-ah below the blue sky
A-a-a-ah sky high
