A bed in a box and the sheets tucked in tight She sits on the edge, tries her best to sit upright Her eyes full of water but not full of tears
Oh the sky is in mourning All the clouds are asleep ♪ Her eyes full of water but not full of tears She watches the hands on the clocks face the east The window is splintered with bent metal blinds Oh the sky is an ocean All the clouds are a fleet Oh the sky is a warning All the birds will repeat ♪ The saint in the painting is fetching her home His arms are outstretched and he's beckoning "come" It rattles the blinds as it shatters the window The sky is an ocean All the clouds are a fleet Oh the sky is a warning All the birds will repeat ♪ Everything you had the privilege to hold ♪ Lay on the side of the road ♪ Oh the sky is an ocean All the cloud are a fleet Oh the sky is a warning All the birds will repeat