Under The Sky

Fourteen floors high
And I’ve lost my tongue
All I want is yesterday
And today has just begun
Newsprint and loose change
In the ashtray that’s my heart
This chain could stretch for evermore
Without an end without a start
Still this sickness lingers on
Sweat soaked dreams and I’m falling apart
Though I’ve looked a thousand times
Nothing human comes to mind
Fourteen floors high
And I’ve lost my tongue
All I want is yesterday
And today has just begun
Newsprint and loose change
In the ashtray that’s my heart
This chain could stretch for evermore
Without an end without a start
Feels like psychosis closing in
When all the world inspires is fright
No sense of freedom just denial
Why limit dreams to black and white