Grey Sky

If this is summer
I’m moving back north
‘Cause you told me that it would be sunny, but its all rain
Still you’re my protection from the weeping grey sky
I don’t mean it when I tell you goodbye
We’re not the same
And I’m covered in stitches
Still I hope someday you’ll put down your gun
And our tears will all dry up with the weeping grey sky
I don’t mean it when I tell you goodbye
Oh you better try till you give up
Till your hands are dirty and your knees are skinned
You better try till you’ve got nothing left to give
One day we’ll be married and we’ll be on the same side
I don’t mean it when I tell you goodbye