Lord, its an epitome of madness
when red skies blend into the darkness of your skin
And I sit and wonder in its entireity
the effects my self worth has on your universe
rotation

But clinging on
the moon releases your sail boat
and I fall back and try to see
its only a back drift of affection
but not enough attention
to the forward motion that keeps us
in a dance of sun and moon

Black is to blue
the hidden agendas of beauty
smoldered out by the ugliness
of where you walk each day

Your too good
And she can bring down that glass moon
and show your face in the snow blanketing the night sky
And in on collision
she takes your life

I know where the sky maker lives
And I have seen the dawn released onto tomorrow
Drowning in the breaking of this beach
I wonder
who gave
who is me?

Black is to blue