Crooked Sky de 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

So shadow take over from a liquid high
Who's gonna drink the water now the well is dry
Standing here holding up my hand to a crooked sky

The steel is cold, against my face
The wind is blowing, but not out of place
Grab me a story, one from the past
I'm heading for glory, but I know it won't last

So shadow take over from a liquid high
Who's gonna drink the water now the well is dry
Standing here holding up my hand to a crooked sky

I shout 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 handle my hours, when I'm on the run
When I'm on the run, when I'm on the run

So shadow take over from a liquid high
Who's gonna drink the water now the well is dry
Standing here holding my hand to a crooked sky

Standing here holding my hand to a crooked sky
Standing here holding my hand to a crooked sky
Standing here holding my hand
Standing here holding my hand
Standing here holding my hand to a crooked sky