Beyond the skies, beyond the skies for you
A zephyr slight, my war paint in blue

Strangers 'round me get me down, it’s no good
Pull my shirt in, my compline comes in a handed book

Wash my garment so it's clean, the buttons, reddish seams
Your teeth fall out but I don’t feel a thing

When God was just a gun to twist, did you?
Sketch Him out, from word of mouth, did you?

I’ve been holding out, it’s no good
I prostrate with a tangled foot

Wash my millstone, make it clean, and sentence every dream
Your teeth fall out but i don’t feel a thing