We sell nothing
Because we are nothing
An illusion playing tricks
On the eyes of the skies
Walk around and see
For yourself and me
A box within a box
Welcome to the holy
The only place you’ll be
Yeah or not
The skies of my eyes are dark
The skies of my eyes are dark
The skies of my eyes are dark
Blue skies are gone
Gone
With the wind they’re gone
Whatcha gonna do
We sell nothing
Because we are nothing
An illusion playing tricks
On the eyes of the skies
On the eyes of the skies
On the eyes of the skies
The skies of my eyes are dark
The skies of my eyes are dark
The skies of my eyes are dark
Blue skies are gone