Overcast
This conscience is crawling
Across pale freckled skin
And this is a scream
Revolution aloud
Like four hundred
Thousand kilos, winged
Ripping apart
The top of a cloud
This habit is forming
Like the clouds rolling in
And this is defeat
All hands up and heads bowed
So how the hell
Do you work this thing?
Hanging on to
The top of a cloud
This patience is thinning
Like a body diseased
And this is a face
Hidden under a shroud
Swearing an oath
Swearing like lightning
Raining down from
The top of a cloud
This melody’s fleeing
All the harmony drowned
And this is the song
Overcome by the crowd
So how the hell
Do you learn to sing
Hanging on to
The top of a cloud?
July 2008 Derek Wilson
