Skywriter Dirt Poor Robins

I heard the devil speaking
Feeding back through every scar
I have received
And I am not alarmed as I should be
Enraptured by the narrative
My pain would preach
And I thought the voice was me
Thought the voice was me

I'd give it up, the past is gone
Can I go on blaming God for all they’ve done?
But there’s a problem in the garden
The serpent robs me of the breath
That held the song
That told me I was wrong
Told me I was wrong

You better know the words
You’re gonna say
Skywriter, skywriter
You’re never gonna get a second take
Skywriter

I brought a pen into the tempest
Thought up a word
To calm the storm
When a sea of troubles
Rose against me
Disarmed me of my sword
And left me stranded