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 villian 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 Thats 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