Song For Agnes

Frail as people and innocent as lines
Between the islands rocking me to white

Beethoven is really about something
I go to sleep when it gets dark
I get up with the morning light like a chicken
Let's go to lunch

Nothing but blue skies from now on, baby
Nothing but blue skies
Nothing but blue skies from now on
Nothing but blue skies

Frail as people and innocent as lines
Between the islands rocking me to white

Traces a net cradle hung from a steeple
Counting every time her fingеrs bush the grass
Behind closed еyes where the little snowflakes dance
Her silken hair and the rocking chair

Nothing but blue skies from now on, baby
Nothing but blue skies, I swear
Nothing but blue skies from now on, baby
Nothing but blue skies
Frail as people and innocent as lines
Between the islands rocking me to white

Beethoven is really about something
Now a seething lunatic and finally can't think at all
I've jumped the ship, I've kissed goodbye
My vacant skull and my glassy eye
Nothing but blue skies
Happiness is being on the beam with life
Nothing but blue skies
Catching joy like a butterfly
Innocent as lines (Lines, lines)
Lines (Lines, lines)
Lines (Lines, lines)
Oh lines (Lines, lines)
(Lines, lines)