Crooked Sky

duet with Marcus Foster

Shadows on the trees break my bones

My heart on the breeze sinks like a stone
I've been here before
Not with you
I may be a liar but I'm one of the few

She tried to take cover on liquid high
Started to drink the water now the well is dry
Standing here holding up my hands to crooked skies

The steel is cold against my face
The wind is gone but not out of place
Read me a story, one from the past
I'm headed for glory but I know it wont last

She tried to take cover on liquid high
Started to drink the water now the well is dry
Standing here holding up my hands to crooked skies

Now shout to the night
Don't complain
You speak of your worries
Don't mention my name
I made a deal with a preacher's son
To hand in my hours when I'm on the run
When I'm on the run

She tried to take cover on liquid high
Started to drink the water now the well is dry
Standing here holding up my hands to crooked skies
Not the same
Standing here holding up my hands to crooked skies
Standing here holding up my hands to crooked skies
Standing here holding up my hands
Standing here holding up my hands
Standing here holding up my hands to crooked skies