Forecast (Calls for Pain) Songtext
von Robert Cray
Forecast (Calls for Pain) Songtext
Coffee for my breakfast
Shot of whiskey on the side
It′s a dark and dreary morning
With the clouds covering up the sky
The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
My baby's turning cold
And the forecast calls for pain
We stayed up all night talking
She′s grown restless she confessed
She says there's no one new
But deep down I know that's next
The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
My baby′s turning cold
And the forecast calls for pain
She says she tried and tried yes she has
But slowly her love has died
I can see that deep down inside she′s changed
The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I can hear approaching thunder
I can feel chills run up my spine
I've seen love freeze before
And I know I′m on borrowed time
The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
My baby's turning cold
And the forecast calls for pain
I can feel the thunder
I can see the lightning
I can feel the pain
Oh, it′s gonna rain
The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
My baby's turning cold
And the forecast calls for pain
Shot of whiskey on the side
It′s a dark and dreary morning
With the clouds covering up the sky
The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
My baby's turning cold
And the forecast calls for pain
We stayed up all night talking
She′s grown restless she confessed
She says there's no one new
But deep down I know that's next
The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
My baby′s turning cold
And the forecast calls for pain
She says she tried and tried yes she has
But slowly her love has died
I can see that deep down inside she′s changed
The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I can hear approaching thunder
I can feel chills run up my spine
I've seen love freeze before
And I know I′m on borrowed time
The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
My baby's turning cold
And the forecast calls for pain
I can feel the thunder
I can see the lightning
I can feel the pain
Oh, it′s gonna rain
The forecast calls for pain
The forecast calls for pain
My baby's turning cold
And the forecast calls for pain
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