Here on the underlie, I'll keep a weather eye.
They stand there mocking me as I'm searching for the red sky.
Something to build upon…mine.
This fallen Babylon…I,
Won't even stop to blink, cause I'm waiting on my:
Sweet red day.
My disarray.
One miracle away.
My sweet red day.
Here on the underlie, I keep a watchful eye out.
The sweet by and by.
I'm waiting on my:
Red sky…keep a weather eye.
Sweet red day.
My disarray.
One miracle away.
My sweet red day.