The blue sky eats my night, While I'm looking at my hands. I haven't seen the lights, So now can't find any strength. With thrilling fingers I'm trying To stick my body to the place, That it had had before goodbye, When my soul was made to fly.
I'm trying to pin my soul to the ground, Hoping I can bring back to life But there a wasted labour is found.
Now I don't feel the sun is burning The pictures on my naked skin. And maybe someone will be crying When see what I have ever been. My thoughts are free from madding crowd, From everything it's done before, And no one will never know, What we both have been suffering from.
I'm trying to pin my soul to the ground, Hoping I can bring back to life. But there a wasted labour is found.
I'm trying to pin my soul to the ground, Hoping I can bring back to life. But there a wasted labour is found. I'm trying to pin my soul to the ground, Hoping I can bring back to life. But there a wasted labour is found.