| It’s August again and I’m on my own
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| I’m under a cloud and I’m staying home
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| The telephone rings and I am hiding out
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| Rituals carved on a well-worn path
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| It’s up with people but I’m failing that class
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| So many reasons to smile but I’m happy to doubt
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| I’m under a cloud and no one knows
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| Under a cloud while beauty unfolds like a rose
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| I’ve been down so long I’ve got a fear of heights
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| My mind keeps telling me that something’s not right
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| So I walk in the sun in my rain hat and overcoat
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| It makes no sense and it’s so surreal
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| Despite what you see I fear what I feel
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| And I’m bailing out water from this lush lifeboat
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| I’m under a cloud and no one knows
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| Under a cloud while beauty unfolds like a rose
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| It’s a terrible life
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| But none of it ever happened
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| I have my sunny, sunny days
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| Always served blackened
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| I’m under a cloud and no one knows
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| Under a cloud while beauty unfolds
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| I’m under a cloud and no one knows
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| Under a cloud while beauty unfolds like a rose
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| Like a rose
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| Bailing out water from this lush lifeboat
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| Bailing out water from this lush lifeboat |