They know not if it's dark outside or light While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

This feeling is heavy Makes my body ache and I’m ready To fall into the sky The reason why My heart is heavy Takes me to a place I can’t breathe Only then I know why I see The warning sign

Holy Mother, where are you? Tonight I feel broken in two. I've seen the stars fall from the sky. Holy mother, can't keep from crying. Oh I need your help this time, Get me through this lonely night. Tell me please which way to turn To find myself again.

Oh la la la la, la la la la la Oh la la la la, la la la frisky I just can't stop the feeling So if I hurt your feelings Don't seem to go away (Nothing else to say) (Don't take it the wrong way) It's just because I'm

Digging deep inside of me Getting past this agony I can't seem to get away Another day rotting in vain The suffering is fading, I scream into the sky Repulsion invades me, I say goodbye I wouldn't be angry if you just fucking cried Your tears would

Well up here's the window sitting way up high I can't look up enough to see the sky There ain't no good light here below Don't want no preacher man to come around I don't need him to lay my burden down Alright, I told Jesus everything I know When it's

Cold turkey has got me on the run Temperature's rising Fever is high Can't see no future Can't see no sky My feet are so heavy So is my head I wish I was a baby I wish I was dead

Sailing away, beyond the reach of anyone Far beyond the dreams of everyone No light to follow A shot in the dark Does anybody know? High from the heavens I can't see the pain Does anybody care? Our truth is painted across the sky

Every time it rains Dust can't dry Rust takes hold See it in the sky You want to go Clouds come Standing in the doorway You run, why you want to run away Sky falls, take it as a sign Who knows what I am gonna find

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light And now I know Spanish Harlem are not