Frowning Sky

I take my morning walks once the sun is set
Breathe in the second-hand cigarette
Hum the little tunes in my head, hmm
Peeping into cathedrals from the street
Religion was never my cup of tea
Ignorance is bliss, I know it feels good

I've been raised in some wildly imaginative ways
It seems that I made it out okay
Been finding my way over these haunted streets
There's a light in a wildly imaginative mind
It's a wildly imaginative crime to let your inhibition run rampant and free

Still hoping for rain in the month of May
Still running the same race, twelve years later
Searching every nook and corner I go through
Awakened dreams are harder to escape
Blatant screams, and beautiful landscapes
Don't ask me what the cow jumps over, I'll say moo

I've been raised in some wildly imaginative ways
It seems that I made it out okay
I've been fighting nightmares in the city of dreams
There's a light in a wildly imaginative mind
It's a wildly imaginative crime to let imagination run free

The sky might be frowning, as clouds seem to drown into the
Sky might be frowning, as clouds seem to drown into the
Sky might be frowning, as clouds seem to drown into the
Sky might be frowning, as clouds seem to drown into the sea