Wild Skies

Wild Skies

A gothic country ballad with a hint of techno recounts the inability to save someone who cannot see their own plight or admit surrender to the well-meaning care from others.

Ballad, Poetic, Cinematic, Soundtrack, Songwriter, Country, Gothic-Country, Country-Rock, Electronic, Ambient, Shoegaze

• Lyrics

  There was that awkward pause in her parting phrase,
  going down this road before the world was paved.
  That silent ah--awards an early grave,
  is our bridge too far for those we want to, save

  When all the time was just another shifting load,
  on the shoulders of three brothers down the road.
  All hesitating and unevenness displayed,
  on the bridge too far for those we want to, save away

  Ohh, the wild skies are not safe shelter in the storm
  But their beauty is a fury we all know
  Down from heaven, into heaven we all go,
  from these fields of dust and clay where we were grown.

  When your sister, or some mother sits alone
  In a cell made out of cardboard for a home
  In a nest of all the troubles she can claim
  the bridge too far for those who won’t be saved

  Ohh, the wild skies are not safe shelter in the storm
  But their beauty is a fury we all know
  Down from heaven, into heaven we all go,
  from these fields of dust and clay where we were grown.

  Ohh, the wild skies are not safe shelter in the storm
  But their beauty is a fury we all know
  Down from heaven, into heaven we all go,
  from these fields of dust and clay where we were grown