The color of the sky as far as i can see is coal grey.
lift my head from the pillow and then fall again.
with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
a quiver in my lips as if i might cry.
Well by the force of will my lungs are filled and so i breathe.
lately it seems this big bed is where i never leave.
shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
quiver in my voice as i cry,
"what a cold and rainy day. where on earth is the sun hid away."
I hear the sound of a noon bell chime.
now i'm far behind.
you've put in 'bout half a day
while here i lie
with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
a quiver in my lip as if i might cry,
"what a cold and rainy day. where on earth is the sun hid away?"
Do i need someone here to scold me
or do i need someone who'll grab and pull me out of this four poster dull torpor pulling downward.
for it is such a long time since my better days.
i say my prayers nightly this will pass away.
The color of the sky is grey as i can see through the blinds.
lift my head from the pillow and then fall again
with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
a quiver in my voice as i cry,
"what a cold and rainy day. where on earth is the sun hid away?"
i shiver, quiver, and try to wake.