• When the sky stumbles and falls
    Tho it is broken and frail
    I believe you can see through my walls
    Thin and almost to pail

    Made of water and paint
    The walls are what keep me sane
    I could almost be a saint
    If it weren't for the voices going insane

    They tell me I'm not God
    They tell me I can't do this
    They believe I'm nothing more than a fraud
    They are right by what they don't see in their miss

    If I had to choose between them and you
    I would choose you everytime
    I would love to see you
    And the smile you make when you tell me I am your sunshine