Sky High - Ben Folds Five

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