I'm bearing sickness in me, I can't sweat it out
It first took my skin, now it's taking my soul
It's a strange kind of world that reflects in my eyes
Innumerable ways of wasting my time
Sometimes on gloomy days
Oh, I feel lost in so many ways
I look for some kind of friendly face
Oh, it seems I fell from grace
I'm walking out in the woods to feel I'm alive
The cave over there seems a good place to hide
It's a weird world we live in and it's hard to get by
We run around searching for our roots in the sky
Sometimes on gloomy days
Oh, I feel lost in so many ways
As if I weren't part of human race
As if I'm from outer space
Can't sleep, I can't deny: Truth waits in deepest nights
I watch a full moon in clearest sky
We are all subjects to time
Sometimes on gloomy days
Sometimes on gloomy days, oh it feels I fell from grace
