blackfield
cloudy now
In a violent place We can call our country There's a mixed up man And I guess that's me The sun's in the sky But the storm no seems to end.  Its a place of sorrow  That we call it a home In the darkest thoughts Yeah, I guess their my own  There is welth in the bank  But there is nothing sure inside.  Its cloudy now  Its cloudy now Its cloudy now Its getting cloudy now  In a special place That I call my life My father is cruel and he lost his wife But I don't see either  Cause I live a cross the street   Its a beautiful thing when it starts to rain The man who drinks  Just to drown the pain And I can't stop from dreaming Of something else.  Its cloudy now  Its cloudy now  Its getting cloudy now Its cloudy now  Its cloudy now  Its getting cloudy now  We are a fucked up generation Its cloudy now