Clouds - Boy George

The metaphors are endless

Some onomatopoeia

A bunch of oxymorons

Trying to convince us of their view

And what can be said

About what happened yesterday

There’s worse going on

If you really want to know

Parting clouds

May clear the sky

And let the sunshine

Fall on us again

They’re just clouds

Full of rain

Big grey cloud

Filled with pain

Hanging over you

Hanging over me

They’re just clouds

It’s all they’ll ever be

It’s all they’ll ever be

Are you telling me your sorry

Or is it still me that you blame

Do you shake like Little Richard

Everytime you hear my name

Playground stuff

Instead of love

The day I stole Laura

Was the day I grew to adore her

Parting clouds

May clear the sky

And let the sunshine

Fall on us again

They’re just clouds

Full of rain

Big grey clouds

Filled with pain

Hanging over you

Hanging over me

They’re just clouds

It’s all they’ll ever be

They’re just clouds