Year of Sky

It's 9 a.m. but it doesn't matter Place and time Is only ever referenced To give you an entry point Like, "Oh, 9 a.m. I have those" I look up and see Nothing crosses heaven It's the year of skies Empty like my childhood High above the street Clouds are gathering 'cause they can And my phone rings, it's my friend Apparently clouds are gathering all over the world I'm reading books now 'Bout writing and insects They are intertwining I find spiders everywhere They show me cracks in the corners The expanding universe High above the streets Ripples made in heaven Someone's jumping through Nobody can see them I look up and see Stars are gathering 'Cause they can I am following the bugs Into the corners of the room It's a 9 a.m. An entry point to all over the world To all over the world