Testo Sometimes Just The Sky

Noises in my head
And endless [?] rain on me
Like a storm
Like hurricane
Losses piled up like wood steps
Stories high
Feels like I've been framed
I have no alibi Used to be that all I needed
Was what I didn't possess
Hurting makes you who you end up as
More or less
Every choice I made that worked out
Was just a lucky guess
Just a lucky guess

Adventures half discarded
Half held onto now
Dancing on the ledge
To the edge somehow
Well I can still pick out the faces
Though I forget the names
In places that I've gone But the urge remains
To throw caution to the wind
Or is it to the stars
To hold out my open hands
To spite my empty heart
To wear my heart down on my sleeve
Just like a battle scar
These are battle scars

There's comfort in a late night kitchen's radio
And in a letter sent
Lists of what you know
When you don't know anything
You make another one
It's good to write it down
Starting with the sun
And sometimes church bells, trees, and seasons
Marking times gone by
Sometimes starlings swell
Some tidal moons
And filled up eyes
Sometimes everything at once
But sometimes just the sky
Sometimes just the sky