sky songs

and the sky songs sing blue,
when I'm sitting here, alone in my bedroom,

looking out a window, thats been fighting for a chance to be seen through,
8 years have gone by, and I'm still trying to see out,
I'm still trying to see out,
clouded, blind corneas and irises,
this is what it comes to in the end.


Its not enough anymore, to be content with certain sky songs,
when they come to me through the wind from the west,
this town is nothing without you; empty without you.

And looking out this window, this landscape is a memorized picture in my mind of
interlocking ferns and burning bushes.

White light, shyly dances through my shades and adorns my walls,
constantly telling me how, lonliness will kill you faster than death.