The sky
is black,
the clouds are grey He hides behind the mask on a rainy day
And there's a mean look in his eye And I start to wonder why
His menacing gaze has me hypnotized
You look nice,
like a dream sweater on my life
Bitter cold,
nowhere else I wanted the kind of smile
of you
In every picture walking through, heal my faith
Haven't found a better place
I see
its ways,
and the sky will fade Into the contours of his pretty face
And there's a sorrow in his voice But to me it's a lovely noise
As I'm thrown around I rattle like a toy
You look nice,
like a dream sweater on my life
Bitter cold,
nowhere else I wanted the kind of smile of you
In every picture walking through,
heal my faith
Haven't found a better place
