ben folds five
sky high
shattered at dawn so far for so long feeling newly baptized thinking i don't want this thing to end and all the blue sky where our stony paths meet coffee-coloured sheets looking down at pale knees with a cigarette and my morning beat under the blue sky last night at the bar i was wrong i was only hurting and you were acting too polite when we held onto the pain through the storms and the rain like a crumpled empty discarded newports box. ah the blue sky ah sky high ah pawn-shop billboard we buy gold old dreams just fade and twist it's a heartache that never ended the brightness of air out walking somewhere and when they ask you just tell em that you knew me back when under the blue sky ah sky high ah below the blue sky ah sky high