歌词
One sky was orange;
Some skies are grey
Or a deep dark blue
That gave blue it's name:
A sky like a room
At the top of a house,
A most violent sky
Hanging low over water.
I need a way
To say "you're scortching"
A seething, crumpled, teeming sky.
One sky on stage:
Heathen and round.
Heat removes
What was left of sound.
Braiding two snakes...
Cover clouds with your arm...
Black hair turning red...
Sunset on a sweater...
Why do we feel
Like it might break?
A seething, crumpled, teeming sky.
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