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