City shrouuded in cloud
  Sunless morning light
  Slip down in my bed
  Slip down out of sight
  The air so heavy so heavy
  Dampness on my cheek
  Tatty ratty bird
  Dismal preening beak
  
  Morning afternoon
  The futile hours pass
  Foolish buzzing fly
  In the spider's grasp
  The sun so high so high
  Shining in the pilot's eye
  Tirelessly ablaze
  Burning in icy space
  
  I'm waiting right here for the wind
  To blow my shutters away
  Then maybe I can rise
  With the sun in my eyes
  
  The streets are shrouded in mist
  A key in every door
  Gaze out through my window
  Longing for the storm
  The sun so high so high
  Shining in the pilot's eye
  Tirelessly ablaze
  Burning in icy space
  
  I'm waiting right here for the wind
  To blow my shutters away
  Then maybe I can rise
  With the sun in my eyes