Clouds
Looking at the lonely telegram, I crept into your roomListen to the breathing voices of the ones around the tombThe radio is playing, but I can't hear them singThe people are explaining, but they don't know a thingGive me a sign, give me a signI wanna die tonight
They say that London sounds like a city of redAll the prisoners wait for their turn to be deadYou don't love meYou don't love me like you say you do
I can take a picture, you can be a pictureStitched into my faded blackI can take you home, or I can be a homeWe'll never look on backThe radio is playing, but I can't hear them singThe people are explaining, but they don't know a thingGive me a sign, give me a signI wanna die tonight
They say that London sounds like a city of redAll the prisoners wait for their turn to be deadYou don't love meYou don't love me like you say you do
Oh, London sounds like a city of redAll the prisoners wait for their turn to be deadAnd I don't want to dieNo I don't want to die...Tonight
Come out, I'm waiting on your front porchYou came in through the back doorWe drift along the flooded sea of muddy watersClouds above us crying tears of sinsAll dyingWe're begging for a reason
Now come out, I'm waiting on your front porchYou came in through the back doorWe drift along the flooded sea of muddy watersClouds above us crying tears of sinsAll dyingWe're begging for a reasonThis year seems like a seasonBelief in how we're livingStory with no endingThe storm is beating downBut we're sinking to the skyWe're sinking to the skyWe're sinking to the skyWe're sinking to the sky