Reaching for the Rope

The colour of the sky was a dead TV channel And the radio spelled out white noise There's an angry threat of rainclouds looming overhead Aut frankly I welcome the thunder If I can't forgive And I can't forget Will I start healing Once the storm has passed I'm reaching for the rope That will pull me towards the light I'm never short of hope That the pull is towards the light I often go a week without seeing the sun Now that there's nothing out there for me I turn my head towards the city skyline And enjoy the view of the apocalypse If I can't forgive And I can't forget Will I start healing Once the storm has passed I'm reaching for the rope That will pull me towards the light I'm never short of hope That the pull is towards the light