The Lyrics Game

A strange new sound you never heard before
And I sit by the window And I wish I was rain
Look to the east to see where the fat stock hide
Down in the ground where the sun don't pound I hibernate in English turf
I'd give my eyes to give you all your dreams
And who would have thought his love could be so good
But our Empty Sky was filled with laughter Just before the flood
When the weight of angels weighs you down
Suddenly that isn't true There's another avenue Beckoning, the great divide
Eat meat on Friday that's alright Even like steak on a Saturday night