Pram - Crooked Tiles lyrics
rate meThe sky keeps on weeping<br />
The sun is sleeping<br />
Don't wake the moon<br />
The light would show the cracks in her face<br />
<br />
The earth on its ancient last legs<br />
Wobbles round the sun<br />
Like a drunk around a lamp post<br />
And I shut my mouth sore from cursing<br />
And my eyes that are tired of seeing<br />
<br />
If I could shake off this feeling<br />
Of being guilty for living<br />
Of never doing what others wanted<br />
Of simply being inconvenient<br />
<br />
Then suddenly the sun could warm me<br />
To the marrow of my skeleton<br />
My mind could ride the breezes<br />
Hover and flutter in the cold air