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The giant of Illinois |
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Died of a blister on his toe |
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After walking all day |
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Through the first winter's snow |
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Throwing bits of stale bread |
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To the last speckled doves |
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He never even felt |
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His shoe filled with blood |
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Delirious with pain, his bedroom walls began to glow |
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And he felt himself soaring up through falling snow |
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And the sky was a woman's arms |
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And the sky was a woman's arms |
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A boy with a club foot |
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Had sat next to him in school |
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Once upon a summer's day |
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They went wandering through the woods |
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They spotted a sleeping swan |
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On the banks of a muddy stream |
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They stormed it with rock |
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Till it collapsed in the reeds |
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They laid out on the grass |
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Full of chocolate and lemonade |
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And underneath it all the giant was afraid |
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And the sky was a woman's arms |
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Oh, the sky was a woman's arms |
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And the sky was a woman's arms |
