City shrouuded in cloud Sunless morning light Slip down in my bed Slip down out of sight The air so heavy so heavy Dampness on my cheek Tatty ratty bird Dismal preening beak Morning afternoon The futile hours pass Foolish buzzing fly In the spider's grasp The sun so high so high Shining in the pilot's eye Tirelessly ablaze Burning in icy space I'm waiting right here for the wind To blow my shutters away Then maybe I can rise With the sun in my eyes The streets are shrouded in mist A key in every door Gaze out through my window Longing for the storm The sun so high so high Shining in the pilot's eye Tirelessly ablaze Burning in icy space I'm waiting right here for the wind To blow my shutters away Then maybe I can rise With the sun in my eyes