skies
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I've never been a man to stand tall...
I've never been the man to call...
The voices; I'll kill them all...
Waiting for the sky to fall...
There was something about that day,
Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it ’68?
The decade’s last few days,
The whole wild world was crazed,
But where we were was peace,
For you and me at least.
Kind faces smiling,
Nodding politely at words
They don’t seem to understand,
Show me pictures
Showing the richness
Of a faraway distant land,
Multicoloured motor cars,
That gentle breeze
Nothing but fresh air
It is crystal clear
Rising up through the atmosphere
When the ship sails
Over the horizon
You can see those nightly skies
As you approach your destination
my eyes will not enchant you
friends will not ask why can't you
escape pervading thoughts of me
like a stream dreaming shots of sea
you will not wonder how i cross a room
Red, the raven flies
in the northern skies.
Black clouds growl on the horizon,
while the faded orange sun rises in the east,
the shimmering sea is but a sodden patch.
Beautiful skies filled with gray
Some may think oh what a shame
But i, certainly do not
We hold on to the very last bit we have
