Clouds

Oh...

Looking at the lonely telegram, I crept into your room

Listen to the breathing voices of the ones around the tomb

The radio is playing, but I can't hear them sing

The people are explaining, but they don't know a thing

Give me a sign, give me a sign

I wanna die tonight

They say that London sounds like a city of red

All the prisoners wait for their turn to be dead

Oh You don't love me

You don't love me like you say you do

I can take a picture, you can be a picture

Stitched into my faded black

I can take you home, or you can be a home

We'll never look on back

The radio is playing, but I can't hear them sing

The people are explaining, but they don't know a thing

Give me a sign, give me a sign

I wanna die tonight

They say that London sounds like a city of red

All the prisoners wait for their turn to be dead

Oh You don't love me

You don't love me like you say you do

Oh, London sounds like a city of red

All the prisoners wait for their turn to be dead

And I don't want to die

No I don't want to die, Tonight

Come out, I'm waiting on your front porch

You came in through the back door

We drift along the flooded sea of muddy waters

Clouds above us crying tears of sins

All dying

We're begging for a reason

Oh...

Now come out, I'm waiting on your front porch

You came in through the back door

We drift along the flooded sea of muddy waters

Clouds above us crying tears of sins

All dying

We're begging for a reason

This year seems like a season

Belief in how we're living

Story with no ending

The storm is beating down

But we're sinking to the sky

We're sinking to the sky

We're sinking to the sky

We're sinking to the sky