Their frying fish in Chinatown

And the wind smells of rain

My head is ticking like a bomb

On a subway train

Now I cut to the on high

And I get opened up like venetian blinds



When I draw your face on blackboard sky

Yeah I draw your face on blackboard sky



The worst is over humm a hymn

To her burning my faith

For such a villain I am criminally underpaid

Now my rope is tied

The gas is on

The chair is begging to be climbed



When I draw your face on blackboard sky

Yeah I draw your face on blackboard sky



And if I look in your eye

And see you yes

And if I see you say yes

We'll be happy once again



Fresh out of hell on a morning so cold and alone

Nobody there to say welcome home

So I roll like the leaves

I blow like the sand

And I tumble like a paper cup

That's caught in the wind



Now I see all sides

Sense is not issue

I've got the eyes of the blind



When I draw your face on blackboard sky

Yeah I draw your face on blackboard sky

Writer : ANDY PRIEBOY
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group