Never It Will Be The Same Again (Pt 1)

What I came to miss has no name
I can only try to describe
As a young man, I felt as though I perfectly mirrored the sky. When it rained, I rained
When it was grey, I was grey
When the sun came out, I came out of myself, as if I was shedding a skin and stepping into a new, beautiful world
My whole chemistry, seasonally affective
I paid much more attention to the sky than I do these days. There just seemed to be more sky
And it's clouds passed through me and it's rain was absorbed deep into my skin
And it's snow settled on my heart
What I came to miss has no name
I can only try to describe
When a boy, I ran home over fields, as it turned dark, my heart beating on my mouth, after some almighty adventure and the sky ran after me; it's clouds, like grey eagles, wings outstretched, clawed
And this was my fear of the impending night
What I felt within
Turned inside out
And mirrored in the sky

And mirrored in the sky
Turned inside out
And mirrored in the sky
Turned inside out
And mirrored in the sky
Turned inside out
And mirrored in the sky