The Gods - Towards the Skies lyrics

Ah ... Towards the skies Ah ... Towards the skies Turn your face to the wall That's where I'll be In the crack of the paint My eyes you'll see Locked away in my mind I must be free Reason with myself I find Life is treating me unkind Run the fields of green And touch the ground Zipping on my ears To hear a sound Picking things to see Up from the ground