The sky is obscured as man is obscured
by veils of exhalation ash
That makes the morning details smear
like watercolor grays
But the sky projects a holy tint
so man can know the truth
And the few who see the poisoned skies
can maybe see god too.
And the rest who don't believe in eyes
by veils of exhalation ash
That makes the morning details smear
like watercolor grays
But the sky projects a holy tint
so man can know the truth
And the few who see the poisoned skies
can maybe see god too.
And the rest who don't believe in eyes
or the power of mind or god
Are rewarded with another morning
Are rewarded with another morning
inexplicably without rain.