Oh, the Sky!

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 (x4)
Oh the sky is an ocean
All the cloud are a fleet
Oh the sky is a warning
All the birds will repeat