Andrew Osenga Black Cloud
hiding like a two-year-old and acting like I'm in control
I'm waiting for cops to throw the warrant down
and tell me that they've found me out
I'm breaking a thousand little laws
a thousand little flaws have found their way inside
show me who I am
deep beneath the skin
still a spark divine
still a spark divine?
there's a black cloud over me, over me
and I'm too proud to get on my knees, on my knees
a dumb kid fighting to fight
and I'm tired all the time
under this black cloud
failing like a pharaoh just to glimpse the straight and narrow
when it's so clear
buzzy, sick mosquito thinks he's soaring like an eagle
when the hand's near
a thousand lessons learned
a thousand tries to earn what's already mine
remind me who I am
shining through my skin
still a spark divine?
still the spark divine
there's a black cloud over me, over me
and I'm too proud to get on my knees, on my knees
a dumb kid fighting to fight
and I'm tired all the time
under this black cloud
black cloud, when the day fades will you burn in flame?
black cloud, when the night aches will you light my way?
black cloud
over me, over me
when the day fades will you burn in flame?
black cloud
I'm on my knees, on my knees
when the night aches will you light my way?
light my way
