In And Out Of Hand

I'm walking alone and my phone is at home, and I'm tired
That supermarket sign, seen so many times in lights
I'm wandering aisles and shelves in piles, and I'm wired
Like heaven in hell or I'm doing well in hell

Towers hit the sun
Like the sky is gone
But it's not 'cause the leaves
Are sweet and young

Mothering
Keeping well
Shattering
Shattering

And then the clouds will come
And then the clouds will pass
And if the clouds could say
Well, then the clouds would tell

Mothering
Keeping well
Shattering
Shattering