The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey.

Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again.

With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.

A quiver in my lips as if I might cry.

Well by the force of will my lungs are filled and so I breathe.

Lately it seems this big bed is where I never leave.

Shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.

Quiver in my voice as I cry,

"What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away."

I hear the sound of a noon bell chime. Now I'm far behind.

You've put in 'bout half a day while here I lie

with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.

A quiver in my lip as if I might cry,

"What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?"



Do I need someone here to scold me

or do I need someone who'll grab and pull me out of this

four poster dull torpor pulling downward.

For it is such a long time since my better days.

I say my prayers nightly this will pass away.

The color of the sky is grey as I can see through the blinds.

Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again

with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.

A quiver in my voice as I cry,

"What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?"

I shiver, quiver, and try to wake