Farina

I bury myself in the leaves to sleep
The sun so strong and the 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
And sometimes
Sometimes I wonder

Why we're always coming down
Why we need to touch the ground
Why I didn't keep on heading
Right on up to heaven
I miss my sky

Here from below the clouds are shadows
Not the golden mountains I used to fly through
Here from below the sky is a painting
A child's room with the future waiting
But not for me

But sometimes
Sometimes I cry
But sometimes
Sometimes I wonder

Why we're always coming down
Why we need to touch the ground
Why I didn't keep on heading
Right on up to heaven
I miss my sky
I miss my sky

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(lyrics by Heather Nova)