(Words and Music by Tricky)

It′s so sad what we have become
The beautiful days we seem to leave so undone
And I don′t know where we′ll go from here
All I know is that I can′t see the sun through the sky from here

Everyone has a finger
But they can′t point me to the light
He can′t be that hard to find
After all we′re so bright

I don′t know if tomorrow has a day
I don′t know if the rays will shine my way
All I know is that I′m standing in a place where
My future looks like the skies of L.A., skies of L.A.

Skies of L.A.

I don′t know if my body can take much more
We′re in the land of the richest riches
But my mind seems so poor

Everyone has a finger
But they can′t point me to the light
It shouldn′t be that hard to find
After all we′re so bright

I see so many visions
But everyone seems out of sight
This is total neglection

Skies of L.A.
My future looks like the skies of L.A.