The sky is blue, the sun is bright,
But it shall fade, like my life tonight.
For amidst the wind and winter air,
While birds fly on without a care,
While cars roar by perpetually
Down the highway, I long to be
Free of the torment, free of the strife,
Free of the agony that they call life.

The sky may be blue, and the sun bright,
But it shall fade, and then come night.
Then night once more shall give way to day,
Then day to night, then night to day.
And so the perpetual cycle rolls on,
Tirelessly labouring goes the sun.
Oh pain and pain and pain again,
And a ceaseless stream of meaningless events
And sorrow and guilt and human flaw,
I cannot bear it anymore.

The sky is blue, the sun is bright,
A mere pretence that all is right,
A denial of pain that devours life,
A torment to all who are in strife.
A fraud, a fake, an empty shell,
A wrong assumption that all is well,
Oh, if only it were rainy! Yes,
Then perhaps my trouble would be much less,
For then I might feel less alone,
If the world joined in on my agonised groans,
Or perhaps not, but I cannot know,
For tonight, yes tonight, I must go.

So the sky is blue, the sun is bright,
And the world is bathing in the light,
But I hide my head, drowned in my sorrow,
I cannot face another tomorrow,
The sky is blue, the sun is bright,
But my life shall fade with it tonight.