I cant look up anywhere else, Im locked in a building, Strapped to a bed, They say, I am looking at a white stucco ceiling, And all I can see, Is the blue summer sky... Keep on trying to push these pills down my throat, That I'll see reality when I swallow, But i keep on looking, At this Blue Summer Sky, They tell me the sky isn't there, I'm just looking at a ceiling, Fuck that, crazy or not, I'd rather look, At a blue summer sky. I can see seagulls, And angels, And cracks in that white plaster alabaster Heaven, Leading, To a Blue Summer Sky.