All the clouds are black
  Mother is cried out
  Someone else broke my fall
  I don't remember
  Internationally bastardised
  Internationally tongue-tied
  The truth is I'm not sorry
  It's bigger than the both of us
  A pillar of salt, a box of want
  You were pulled out of the embers
  It was never my intention
  All the clouds are black
  Mother is cried out
  
  Summertime has come and gone
  All used up with wishful thinking
  Get sussed out, get cynical
  In this world there are no second chances
  Crawling round on all fours
  Curl yourself into a circle
  I will tear myself apart
  If you promise to paint me
  As a work of art
  
  You don't need to preach to me
  I'm a believer baby
  You don't need to preach to me
  I'm a believer
  If you want lies I can tell them
  If you want lies I got 'em
  All the pennies in the Thames
  Will not make it how it was
  
  Always new depths