The storm has become my eyes,
And now I lay awake in desperation but you don’t see the colour of my eyes,
While you lie asleep peacefully somewhere far where I can’t touch you,
And the world spins in circles,
As I ask myself oh why oh why,
Do you do this to yourself you silly child?
Why oh why,
When the flipping sky is blue,
And the grass is green,
You ungrateful human,
Have you ruined the beautiful horizon with your bloodshot sky?