I painted a picture of a day gone past
An ancient scripture and a house of glass
People looking through the window
Never knowing what they'd find
When they couldn't see me
I locked the door and left them behind
The sky will tell me I'm not the only one
The sky will tell me I must believe the sun
I shut my eyes to not go blind
Things I can't see I see in my mind
Now the passing clouds of rain
Will surely pass me by
Poor is the man
Who believes his own lie
*And the sky will tell me
I'm not the only one
The sky will tell me
I must believe the sun
The sky will tell me
Long may you run
The sky will tell me
I must believe the sun
If I was wrong judge me by name
I simplify one and the same