Into the streets I go,
With my head hanging down and my eyes wandering low.
I'm wondering why
I can't see the sky.
But then something occurs to me,
Its the type of thought you should never think:
If someone dies, then that's their sky.
...
With my head hanging down and my eyes wandering low.
I'm wondering why
I can't see the sky.
But then something occurs to me,
Its the type of thought you should never think:
If someone dies, then that's their sky.
...