The Colour Of The Sky Lyrics - Pale Saints

It was always you 

I can't recall the colour of the sky 

But that's not important 

We were walking down the hill 

When I noticed that you were limping 

So I bent down to examine your paw 

I can see something 

A speck of white in your pad 

I've got it in between my fingernails 

It's growing 

I'm pulling it 

It's growing 

Why doesn't it hurt? 

Why doesn't it hurt? 

Hurt? 

It came out cleanly 

There was no mess 

A gigantic anchor made out of bone 

We left it at the side of the pavement and walked on 

I could hear you laughing