The Science Of The Sky

Could you draw a line
Could you spread across the sky
Could you separate the day from night
Could you draw a line

I am weak
Speak to me

Speak to me, speak to me
And you know that I'll be listening
If there's secrets you can't tell me, tell me
And you know that I'll be listening, for a while

Would you give a sign
Would you make my thoughts be benign
Now I'm begging for some piece of mind
But the choice is mine

I am weak
Speak to me

Speak to me, speak to me
And you know that I'll be listening
If there's secrets you can't tell me, tell me
And you know that I'll be listening, for a while

I'll pain my life with wings
I'll paint a road to return
I'll paint my life with wings
I'll paint a road to return
Return, a road to return

Speak to me, speak to me
And you know that I'll be listening, be listening
Speak to me, speak to me
And you know that I'll be listening
If there's secrets you can't tell me, tell me
And you know that I'll be listening, for a while