Sunday Morning Yellow Sky
At the broken heart of the city
Where the hollow light of day never reaches
A man can break down and fall into pieces
He will fall asleep like a baby
And the unforgiving arms of the cradle
Rock
As hard as the face of the city pavement
Hide your eyes
He can see the face of a lover
In the lonely face of the angel above him
Carved into the stone that is changing around him
He can feel her breathing inside him
And the unforgiving visions deny him
Life
Can only be what a man can make it
Hide your eyes
Sunday morning
Yellow sky
The sun is floating diamond high
Hours passing
A baby cries
In the arms of someone you imagine
Close your eyes
This is your lullaby
He can feel his skin like a prison
Like a dying cage he struggles to live inside
He tries to call out but nobody hears him
At the ragged edge of the silence
In the calm that only comes with the violent
Sleep
Inside the heart and the hope of redemption
Hide your eyes
In the arms of someone you imagine
Close your eyes
This is your lullaby
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