Sung by jim

Deep one perfect morning
As the sun is heading up
Into the sky
And Im sitting here warming
To the coldness of the things
That meet my eye
Something in mes stirring
And the moon and all the stars
Fail to comply
And my thoughts are turning backwards
And Im picking at the pieces
Of a world that keeps turning
The screws into my mind
Something in mes chilling
And nothing in mes willing
To focus my attention
On the sky
Past the weakened eyes
That feel and scream
Into your soul
Better to paint my hate
On the walls
Before the picture goes
And my thoughts are turning backwards
And Im picking at the pieces
Of a world that keeps turning
The screws in my mind
And I can see a wide world
For me to tame