| Song | Don't Forget the Sky |
| Artist | Sky Cries Mary |
| Album | This Timeless Turning |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cozzi, Davison, Ireland ... | |
| A crooked old spine | |
| With a cane in his hand | |
| Is taking his shoes for a walk | |
| He still marches in tune | |
| From his days with the band | |
| He listens to the mourning birds talk | |
| There's a knife in his back | |
| That keeps the blood from running out | |
| He says it's been there for years | |
| He laugh when he cries | |
| He's got a crooked old spine | |
| He drinks a wine made of tears | |
| Don't Forget the Sky | |
| This crooked old spine | |
| Once had a love | |
| Who moved the heavens above | |
| He prays to the wind | |
| Reaches under his skin | |
| And offers his heart to the sun | |
| There's a knife in his back | |
| That keeps the blood from running out | |
| He says it's been there for years | |
| He's wait'n for the day | |
| At the end of the night | |
| When the sun burns away all his fears | |
| Don't Forget the Sky |
| zuo qu : Cozzi, Davison, Ireland ... | |
| A crooked old spine | |
| With a cane in his hand | |
| Is taking his shoes for a walk | |
| He still marches in tune | |
| From his days with the band | |
| He listens to the mourning birds talk | |
| There' s a knife in his back | |
| That keeps the blood from running out | |
| He says it' s been there for years | |
| He laugh when he cries | |
| He' s got a crooked old spine | |
| He drinks a wine made of tears | |
| Don' t Forget the Sky | |
| This crooked old spine | |
| Once had a love | |
| Who moved the heavens above | |
| He prays to the wind | |
| Reaches under his skin | |
| And offers his heart to the sun | |
| There' s a knife in his back | |
| That keeps the blood from running out | |
| He says it' s been there for years | |
| He' s wait' n for the day | |
| At the end of the night | |
| When the sun burns away all his fears | |
| Don' t Forget the Sky |
| zuò qǔ : Cozzi, Davison, Ireland ... | |
| A crooked old spine | |
| With a cane in his hand | |
| Is taking his shoes for a walk | |
| He still marches in tune | |
| From his days with the band | |
| He listens to the mourning birds talk | |
| There' s a knife in his back | |
| That keeps the blood from running out | |
| He says it' s been there for years | |
| He laugh when he cries | |
| He' s got a crooked old spine | |
| He drinks a wine made of tears | |
| Don' t Forget the Sky | |
| This crooked old spine | |
| Once had a love | |
| Who moved the heavens above | |
| He prays to the wind | |
| Reaches under his skin | |
| And offers his heart to the sun | |
| There' s a knife in his back | |
| That keeps the blood from running out | |
| He says it' s been there for years | |
| He' s wait' n for the day | |
| At the end of the night | |
| When the sun burns away all his fears | |
| Don' t Forget the Sky |