The sky is blue, the sky is black
The sky is darkness, no turning back

And every night, I dream of ghosts,
They come and go, they haunt my life

I’d like to say I’ll be alright
But when I do I know I’m lying
I’d like to say I’ll be alright
But when I write it doesn’t ryme, oh no

The wind is blowing, is blowing cold,
And I’m walking on my own

Oh angels, hear my plight,
And please give me some light

I’d like to say I’ll be alright
But when I do I know I’m lying
I’d like to say I’ll be alright
But when I write it doesn’t ryme