There, in the distance,
Grey clouds rolling in like waves,
Blues skies and grey clouds,
Shadows fall on a clear day.

Silent revolt, still and quiet
Grey clouds, a lost world fading away,
Blue skies, grey clouds,
Dreams lost to wayward winds array.

Desolate storm on a summer's eve,
Conspiring against the light of day,
As daisies perch on some false hope
The sun will shine again.

Blue skies and grey clouds
The silence ringing loudest
At street corners, begging gaze
With darkness comes pain.

Eery and queer,
Grey clouds lie in wait,
Blue skies there were,
The last day, the light ever shone again.