The sky got in
[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] The plaster landed in the soup; I moved the pot and carried on. April rain came through the rafters where the painted saints had gone. A hymnbook swelled beside the sink, its pages thick with weather stains. One slipper pointed at the doorway, one kept facing toward the rain. I spent years accusing ceilings of concealing something high. Then the first blue hole above me didn't answer. It was sky. [Pre-Chorus] I wanted something hidden, something waiting to begin. Instead the roof gave up - and the sky got in. [Chorus] The sky got in! Oh-oh, the sky got in! I pulled the ceiling down for truth and let the weather in. The sky got in! It washed the sacred thin. I thought the truth would have a face - it had weather. It had wind. It blew through everything within - the sky got in [Post-Riff] [Verse 2] The halo on the calendar ran yellow down the kitchen wall. The kettle screamed beneath it like a witness nobody called. The upstairs tenant left last winter; still his key turns when it rains. The empty lift arrives downstairs, opens up and waits the same. Bread goes hard beneath a towel. I need to move it somewhere dry. A paper savior leaves the wall one wet inch at a time. I called every crack a doorway, sure the dark concealed a sign. Then the weather crossed the threshold with absolutely nothing on its mind. [Chorus] The sky got in! Oh-oh, the sky got in! I pulled the ceiling down for truth and let the weather in. The sky got in! It washed the sacred thin. I thought the truth would have a face - it had weather. It had wind. It blew through everything within - the sky got in [Technical Instrumental] [Bridge] Truth is not a room behind the room, or a hand behind the wall. Sometimes every veil comes down and nothing answers at all. Still somebody finds a bucket. Still the table has to dry. There is something almost comic about surviving an open sky. I blamed the roof for hiding heaven. I blamed the walls for standing still. Now the rain comes through unhindered - and I can't decide which answer was more real [Breakdown] I PULLED IT OPEN! I LET IT THROUGH! THE SKY DIDN'T KNOW MY NAME— It only knew what skies are made to do! THE ROOF GAVE WAY! AND IT STARTED TO RAIN! [Final Chorus] The sky got in! Oh-oh, the sky got in! I pulled the ceiling down for truth and let the weather in. The sky got in! It washed the sacred thin. I thought the truth would have a face - it had weather. It had wind. It found the cracks beneath my skin - the sky got in [Outro] The sky got in The sky got in
