There’s a Red Sky at morning,
Where I hoped you would be.
There’s a sense of belonging
That I desperately seek.
As I stand in the shadows,
Hiding safe from the rain,
I’m aware of the sound,
I’m alone once again.
Is it straight fact or fiction
When you Tale me your tales?
Is there somewhere to hide
When all sympathy fails?
There’s a red sky at morning
And I’m straining to see
If there’s anything left
we can still call our own
As the fog slowly lifts,
I can see I’m alone