Nine Million Rainy Days

Deep one perfect morning
As the sun is heading up
Into the sky

And I'm sitting here warming
To the coldness of the things
That meet my eye

Something in me's stirring
And the moon and all the stars
Fail to comply

And my thoughts are turning backwards
And I'm picking at the pieces
Of a world that keeps turning
The screws into my mind

Something in me's chilling
And nothing in me's willing
To focus my attention on the sky

Past the weakened eyes
That feel and scream
Into your soul

Better to paint my hate
On the walls
Before the picture goes

And my thoughts are turning backwards
And I'm picking at the pieces
Of a world that keeps turning
The screws into my mind

And I can see a wide world
For me to tame
I can see a wide world
For me to tame

For me to tame
For me to tame
For me to tame
For me to tame