Lyrics

Blackboard Sky

They're frying fish in Chinatown and the wind smells of rain.
My head is ticking like a bomb on a subway train.
Now I call to the On High and I get opened up like Venetian blinds
And I draw your face on the blackboard sky.

The worst is over, hum a hymn to her burning my face.
For such a villain I am criminally underpaid.
Now my rope is tied. The gas is on. The chair is begging to be climbed
Then I draw your face on the blackboard sky

And if I look in your eyes and I see you say yes
If I see you say yes, we'll be happy once again

Fresh out of hell on a morning so cold and alone
Nobody there to say welcome home
So, I roll like the leaves and I blow like the sand
And I tumble like a paper cup caught in the wind.

Now my rope is tied. The gas is on.The chair is begging to be climbed
Then I draw your face on the blackboard sky*





*Nota Bene: Soon after the release of Sammystown, I decided to repeat the end of the second verse at end of the third.The original lyric is as follows:


"Now I see all sides
Sense is not the issue, I got the eyes of a fly..."