Yesterday I died in the most violent way
It was a tragedy on Piccadilly Circus
I\'m as lonely as Highway 66, at night
I feel like I\'m a blank canvas
A troubled artist
Entering open doorways
In a sultry dream I released the male cell
I cast my spell, put my wand away
Before I knew it, it was a new day
I moved onto the next thing
On cloud nine
Every cloud has a silver lining
Every cloud has a silver lining
Every cloud has a silver lining
Every cloud has a silver lining
The night falls, falls like embers
I undress myself
After everyone goes to sleep
I\'m half-unmitigated and incomplete
Staring into space, dazed at the changing landscape
Germane to melancholy and grey clouds
I got up and moved about
My stiff limbs started to relax with ease
Then a barrage of thoughts knocked me off my feet
My head hit the pillow and I fell asleep
After 4 a.m.
I had deadened dreams
Tossed and turned and burned with emotions
The wind waltzed like a fox parading in its habitat
It loomed over me as I made meddling statements
It was a false alarm down an old gold mine
I met déjà vu for the second time
On a foggy morning
When I was a child I would watch Sunday cartoons
I would draw pictures with my crayons
Pick berries in the forest
Now I\'m older I get lost on wet nights
I get lost in blizzards hoping the pain will subside
Maybe this is in my mind, maybe
Maybe this is in my mind
I\'ve been swept away with the rain
Fucked up at seventeen
Every cloud has a silver lining
Every cloud has a silver lining
Every cloud has a silver lining
Every cloud has a silver lining.