Sunday Morning Yellow Sky Video (MV)

When the darkness falls like a curtain
and the night ahead is long and uncertain
Dream beyond the loss and the hope of redemption

At the broken heart of the city, where the hollow light of day never
reaches in
A man can break down and fall into pieces
He will fall asleep like a baby, and the unforgiving arms of the cradle
rock
As hard as the face of the city pavement
Hide your eyes

He can see the face of a lover in the lonely face of the angel above him
Carved into the stone that is changing around him
He can feel her breathing inside him and the unforgiving visions deny
him
Life can only be what a man can make it
Hide your eyes

Sunday morning, yellow sky, the sun is floating diamond high
Hours passing, a baby cries in the arms of someone you imagine

Close your eyes, this is your lullaby

He can feel his skin like a prison
Like a dying cage he struggles to live inside
He tries to call out but nobody hears him
At the ragged edge of the silence
In the calm that only comes with the violent sleep
Inside the heart and the hope of redemption
Hide your eyes

In the arms of someone you imagine
Close your eyes, this is your lullaby

(Down, down, down, would the fall never come to an end?
Wonder how many miles I've fallen?
Must be somewhere near the center of the earth.
Wonder if I shall fall right through the earth?
How funny it will seem to come out among the people
who walk with their heads downwards
Down, down, down, would the fall never come to an end?)
--from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland