I Miss
i bury myselfin the leaves to sleep
the sun so strong and rage so deep
i keep waking to find
i've been dreaming again
and the sound of the ocean
is not a plane
.
.
and far away
they talk about me in newspaper columns
they write about me round dinner tables
and cocktail parties, i'm a heroine
and a tragic figure, i'm a heroine
as i'm lying here
beneath my sky
and sometimes
sometimes i cry, sometimes
sometimes i wonder
why we're always coming down
and why we need to touch the ground
and why i didn't keep on heading
right on up to heaven
i miss my sky
they talk about me in newspaper columns
they write about me round dinner tables
and cocktail parties, i'm a heroine
and a tragic figure, i'm a heroine
as i'm lying here
beneath my sky
and sometimes
sometimes i cry, sometimes
sometimes i wonder
why we're always coming down
and why we need to touch the ground
and why i didn't keep on heading
right on up to heaven
i miss my sky
