| G | A | Bm | G | A | |
| The c | olor of the s | ky as | far as | I can see is coal g | rey. |
| G | A | Bm | G | A | |
| Li | ft my h | ead from the pi | llow an | d then fall ag | ain. |
| D6 | G | A | |
| With a s | hiver in my | bones just thinking about the w | eather |
| D6 | G | A | |
| A q | uiver in | my lip as if I might c | ry |
| Well by the force of will my lungs are filled and so I breathe |
| Lately it seems this big bed is where I never leave |
| Shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather |
| Quiver in my voice as I cry, |
| D | G | A | D | G | A | |
| "What a c | old and r | ainy d | ay. W | here on Earth is t | he sun hid a | way?" |
| I hear the sound of a noon bell chime now I'm far behind |
| You've put in 'bout half a day while here I lie |
| With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather |
| A quiver in my lip as if I might cry, |
| "What a cold and a rainy day. Where on Earth is the sun hid away?" |
| A | |
| Do | I need someone here to scold me |
| G | |
| Or do | I need someone who'll grab and pull me |
| A | G | |
| Out of t | his four poster dull torpor | pulling downward |
| D | G | G | A | |
| For it's | such a | long time | since my | better days |
| D | G | G | A | |
| I | say my prayers | nightly | this will pass | away |
| The color of the sky is grey as I can see through the blinds |
| Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again |
| With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather |
| A quiver in my voice as I cry, |
| "What a cold and a rainy day. Where on Earth is the sun hid away?" |
| D | G | A | A | D | |
| I sh | iver, quiver, | and try to | wake. |