| His greasy fingers strung together and stretching 'cross the sky | |
| A skunk that scratches and is leather a sign from up on high | |
| And shivering we cling together and watch it pass us by | |
| For falling like a spiny feather the tears begin to cry | |
| Twisting, turning bodies burning look up from where they lie | |
| To see the stars and heaven's journey flashing 'cross the sky | |
| You hold my arm and wait forever and look me in the eye | |
| For falling like a spiny feather the tears begin to cry | |
| His greasy fingers strung together and stretching cross the sky | |
| A skunk that scratches and is leather a sign from up on high | |
| And shivering we cling together and watch it pass us by | |
| For falling like a spiny feather the tears begin to cry |