Lyric of the Week + Video / BLACKFIELD - CLOUDY NOW

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 never seems to end.

It's a place of sorrow but we call it a home.
And the darkest thoughts
Yeah, I guess they're my own
There's wealth in the bank
But there's nothing to show inside.

It's cloudy now
It's cloudy now
It's cloudy now
It's getting cloudy now

In a special place
That i call my life
The father was cruel and he lost his wife
But I don't see either
Cause I live across the street

Its a beautiful thing
When it starts to rain
A man who drinks just to drown the pain
And I can't stop from dreaming
There's something else.

It's cloudy now
It's cloudy now
It's cloudy now
It's getting cloudy now

It's cloudy now
(And I can't stop from dreaming there's something else.)
It's cloudy now
It's cloudy now
(And I can't stop from dreaming there's something else.)
It's getting cloudy now

We are a fucked up generation
It's cloudy now
A fucked up generation
It's cloudy now
We gotta get out of here
It's cloudy now
A fucked up generation
It's cloudy now