Orangesicle Sky

Lovely skies do away with the early morning fog

But the frogs still look for drops of dew

Set on their horizon, the clouds form a facade

And they find the closer path to you

I'm a lost feeling guy, come apart at her side

Fantasy gets in my eyes, fly into orangesicle skies

I'll stand, I'll play the fighter, in search of distant light

In spite of never knowing what to fight for

To think about thinking of thinking bewildering thoughts of thinking about you

They always tell me what to do