Ah, towards the skies
Ah, towards the skies
Turn your face to the wall, that's where I'll be
In the crack of the paint, my eyes you'll see
Locked away in my mind, I must be free
Reason with myself, I find
Life is treating me unkind
Ah, towards the skies
Ah, towards the skies
Run the fields of green and touch the ground
Zipping on my ears to hear a sound
Picking things to see up from the ground
Reason with myself, I find
Life is treating me unkind
Turn your face to the wall, that's where I'll be
In the crack of the paint, my еyes you'll see
Locked away in my mind, I must be free
Rеason with myself, I find
Life is treating me unkind
Towards The Skies was written by Joe Konas.