Cloudy now - Blackfield

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 wealth 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