Wrong sky

I. Another yet falling from grace But story has a certain zest The sparkling eyes speak volumes The rumor wind will do the rest. Trite story ancient as the world No reason for pride, so for cry Without regard for the road I ride my nineth cloud in wrong sky. [Chorus] Borrowed happiness under the ticking of the clock I dance with sin and my pulse is racing The fleeting joy that fills my heart tonight Will vanish with the morning’s early light II. I hear whispers behind my back My flaws become their scornful glee I can't escape so put on mask I'm fine!!! I'm always fine, you see. Grin acting as if all is well Carrying on with this wicked game Keep playing as if I don't see My wrong sky burns in flame of shame!!! III. Get on your high horse, grab some stones And come to see me at the square Chained to the pillory by choice I will be waiting for you there. [Chorus] Borrowed happiness under the ticking of the clock I dance with sin and my pulse is racing The fleeting joy that fills my heart tonight Will vanish with the morning’s early light