Sky Cries Mary
don t forget the sky
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A crooked old spine
With a cane in his hand
Is taking his shoes for a walk
He still marches in tune
From his days with the band
He listens to the mourning birds talk
There's a knife in his back
That keeps the blood from running out
He says it's been there for years
He laugh when he cries
He's got a crooked old spine
He drinks a wine made of tears
Don't forget the sky
This crooked old spine
Once had a love
Who moved the heavens above
He prays to the wind
Reaches under his skin
And offers his heart to the sun
There's a knife in his back
That keeps the blood from running out
He says it's been there for years
He's waitin' for the day
At the end of the night
When the sun burns away all his fears
Don't forget the sky