Windows shake under the pressure of day A shepherd herds the clouds in the rain Dancing in the mirror while I wait for the train Thought it was but it wasn't a way to escape The roof sings through the texture of paint A horse crawls when its put on display The ink stalls when its put on the page The fences fall and the neighbors complain Children run through the pasture and play Their mother lies about the catch of the day Her fingers run through the cracks on the plate She builds a home made of paper mache The cry of dogs sounds so far in rain Their tears drown in the sound of a passing plane Yellow skies turn to pastel grey Shells fall on a town with no name Iron bars will bend and break A camera clicks as it captures your face You do your best to hide the chapters erased The cavalry searches for scraps that remain The cry of dogs sounds so far in rain Their tears drown in the sound of a passing plane Yellow skies turn to pastel grey Shells fall on a town with no name