Cloudy Now / Encore - Blackfield

In a violent place

we can call our country

theres a mixed up man

and i guess thats 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 thier my own

there is welth in the bank

but there is nothing sure inside.

Its cloudy now its getting cloudy now

In a speacial 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 getting cloudy now.

its cloudy now its getting cloudy now.

(shout)

we are a fucked up generation

its couldy now