Theme for the Cross

The sky was open and gorgeous The blue was a view but was tortured Chem-trails poke holes through commuters Swept sweat we went to find water Tin can flew off to New York The TV had said that you ought to The same show protested the order From fifty-foot cigs blowing smoke across the border To men who'd drowned holding their daughters And weren't allowed refuge from the horrors The instruction was mutual borders I ain't felt this world and its orbit Haven't felt this world and its orbit TV runs the show's creds and goes dead Now it's time to climb bed and be well-slept Sometimes I watch the TV in my head Sometimes I watch the TV in my head --- Theme For The Cross - King Krule