Song For Agnes

Frail as people and innocent as lines Between the islands rocking me to white Beethoven is really about something I go to sleep when it gets dark I get up with the morning light like a chicken Let's go to lunch Nothing but blue skies from now on, baby Nothing but blue skies Nothing but blue skies from now on Nothing but blue skies Frail as people and innocent as lines Between the islands rocking me to white Traces a net, cradle hung from a steeple Counting every time her fingеrs brush the grass Behind closed еyes, where the little snowflakes dance Her silken hair and the rocking chair Nothing but blue skies from now on, baby Nothing but blue skies, I swear Nothing but blue skies from now on, baby Nothing but blue skies Frail as people and innocent as lines Between the islands rocking me to white Beethoven is really about something Now a seething lunatic and finally can't think at all I've jumped the ship, I've kissed goodbye My vacant skull and my glassy eye Nothing but blue skies Happiness is being on the beam with life Nothing but blue skies Catching joy like a butterfly (lines, lines) Innocent as lines (lines, lines) Lines (lines, lines) Lines (lines, lines) Oh, lines (Lines, lines) (Lines, lines)