Taking a sip of the clear sky with a mind that's full with everything but clearness
Want a cup of happiness your highness?
No, dearest stars, keep hiding away
Maybe tomorrow we can play
Today I'm okay with just glaring at the greyest sky, maybe today I'll stop looking and find a way to finally have a taste of freeness
Or maybe I'll take a puff of something to clear my head for it's jealous of your rested grey sky
Loveliest sky, teach me your secrets
How can you be so messed up yet so clear
Why do you choose to hide the clouds and stars and be quiet and quite alone?
I'll listen carefully, I'll do as advised