Pretty sky
I could paint you
When you’re angered such a wonder and I think
God lives there
Hey — hey slug
You’re moving so slow
Aren’t you afraid you may be left behind — do you think?
God will care
I had an urge to buy a little wrong to be put right
I live in hope
I think I went the wrong way down a one way
Waiting just to hear
«Is there somebody here?»
Hey — hey girl
Why are you so scared
Don’t you know I’ve got my watchful eye on you?
So take care
(ooo — ooo — so, pretty sky)
So, pretty sky
I’m gonna paint you
Then hang you on my bedroom wall cos I think
..that god lives there
(and you think now)
God lives there