| Song | 4 Skies |
| Artist | Arto Lindsay |
| Album | Encyclopedia Of Arto |
| One sky was orange; | |
| Some skies are grey | |
| Or a deep dark blue | |
| That gave blue it's name: | |
| A sky like a room | |
| At the top of a house, | |
| A most violent sky | |
| Hanging low over water. | |
| I need a way | |
| To say "you're scortching" | |
| A seething, crumpled, teeming sky. | |
| One sky on stage: | |
| Heathen and round. | |
| Heat removes | |
| What was left of sound. | |
| Braiding two snakes... | |
| Cover clouds with your arm... | |
| Black hair turning red... | |
| Sunset on a sweater... | |
| Why do we feel | |
| Like it might break? | |
| A seething, crumpled, teeming sky. |