Clouds

Oh 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 want to 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 want to 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 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[x