a faded picture empty cigarette case it s on the night stand that reveals my place empty bottle relays my thoughts it s for the cheap seats and your life s the cost does it really get hard from here does emotion ever come from your fears on a clear day get up and look around on a clear day you know where i ll be found on a clear day six feet under ground cause the rain won t fall when i decide to die when i watch you while you re sleeping you turn away somehow you feel my stare do you want me to continue my life without the comfort of those days gone by do you really feel how you say do those gray clouds ever go away do you really feel how you say do those gray clouds ever go away i don t ever want to die on a clear day