Cloudy Bay Lyrics

Sometimes I feel a bit like Cloudy Bay

Where forecasting the weather's a schmucks game

You can open up the ap

But you know it's full of crap

There's a million different seasons in one day

There's a storm on the horizon of my mind

And rays of brilliant sun at the same time

As the clouds collide and break apart and recombine

Out spills a million different gradients of grey

Standing on the headland, staring out to sea

Out the back the surfers are waiting patiently

It's not the water moving, just the energy

A pilgrimage of miles ending here with me

Further out the godrays are putting on a show

Punching through the clouds to light the water up below

All the more dramatic for the vigour of their foe

There's sweetness in the struggle and wonder in the woe

I swear it used to be simple

To tell you how I am

I'm a thousand small collisions

Of air and light and sand

I swear I used to be able

To say what's going on

Every joy is spiked with sorrow

Every pain with hope

There's beauty in the mix of muted hues

Colours I would never think to use

Not every perfect day

Needs to be cloudless, bright and gay

A little mystery makes a more rewarding muse

Sometimes I feel a bit like Cloudy Bay

Where forecasting the weather's a schmucks game

You can open up the ap

But you know it's full of crap

There's a million different seasons in one day