Cloud of Flies Songtext
von Louis Cole

Do you see it? On your office cubicle
Thinking about how life is beautiful
Your face is made of concrete
And your soul pure smile to a pawn shop down the street

Hang up your telephone
Someone that you love is on a hospital bed
Ooooo

Now when you open your back door
The air′s never felt so cold before
Did you choose the moments you've lived inside?
When you could have been out under that blue sky


They′ll be wishing that I weren't right
But you know the clouds in the sky
Oooo
Are just clouds of flies
Oooo

Use the blue sky
Use the blue sky
Use the blue sky
Use the blue sky
Use the blue sky
Use the blue sky
Use the blue sky
Use the blue sky
Use the blue sky
Use the blue sky
Use the blue sky