And In the Sky I See Black Thunder Mad

Like a newborn infant left on rocks My skin feels tender and my heart is sad I’d like to creep inside an empty box I have turned away my every clock Whilst I try to improve how I’m clad With my a newborn infant on grey rocks The people of this world seem like lost flocks Like sheep, they folllow men who’re dumb and mad I’d like to hide inside an empty box Against my ribs my loud heart seems to knock I gasp for comfort even from folk bad Like a newborn infant left on rocks I feel akin to prey, like the red fox Which o’er long moors and meadows has just fled I’d like to hide inside an metal box This sorrow seems to sap my own red blood And in the sky I see black thunder mad Like a little infant left on rocks Without your heart’s embrace I can’t come back