The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey.
Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again.
I get a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
A quiver in my lip as if I might cry.
And by the force of will my lungs are filled and so I breathe.
Lately it seems this big bed is where I never leave.
I get a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
A quiver in my voice as I cry,
"What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?"
I hear the sound of a noon bell chime. Well I'm far behind.
you put in 'bout half a day while here I lie
with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
A quiver in my voice as if I may cry,
"What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?"
Do I need someone here to scold me
or do I need someone who'll grab and pull me out of
four poster dull torpor pulling downward.
For it's such a long time since my better days.
I say my prayers nightly this will pass away.
The color of the sky is grey as I can see through the blinds.
Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again
I get a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
A quiver in my voice as if I may cry,
"What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?"
A cold and rainy day. I shiver, quiver, and try to wake.
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