Pull the Clouds Over Me
I wanted to write a cheery love song, so obviously the first words had to be "I want to die." And it had to be about, I guess... a suicidal boxer?
Anyway, it's pretty.
It's arranged here for keyboard, low-key drums, and a trio of French horn, clarinet and trumpet. I'd like to hear it a little faster, with a more traditional band line-up.
I want to die before my time is here
I want to lie down in the green spring of the year
And pull the clouds over me
Deep down the undercard where I was born
They promised me a rose for every thorn
Then pulled out the clouds over me
Can't face another round with hope and fear
Go start the aftershow, boys - my ride is here
To pull the clouds over me
Oh, meeting you
After all that I've been through
Was like the sun coming out of the rain
And needing you
Like I told you I would do
Means we'll never be losers again
I bite the canvas and the count begins
You're by the corner bell before they get to ten
Oh baby, pull the clouds over me