Frowning Sky

I take my morning walks once the sun is set Breathe in the second-hand cigarette Hum the little tunes in my head, hmm Peeping into cathedrals from the street Religion was never my cup of tea Ignorance is bliss, I know it feels good I've been raised in some wildly imaginative ways It seems that I made it out okay Been finding my way over these haunted streets There's a light in a wildly imaginative mind It's a wildly imaginative crime to let your inhibition run rampant and free Still hoping for rain in the month of May Still running the same race, twelve years later Searching every nook and corner I go through Awakened dreams are harder to escape Blatant screams, and beautiful landscapes Don't ask me what the cow jumps over, I'll say moo I've been raised in some wildly imaginative ways It seems that I made it out okay I've been fighting nightmares in the city of dreams There's a light in a wildly imaginative mind It's a wildly imaginative crime to let imagination run free The sky might be frowning, as clouds seem to drown into the Sky might be frowning, as clouds seem to drown into the Sky might be frowning, as clouds seem to drown into the Sky might be frowning, as clouds seem to drown into the sea