got an aching in my gut, some sort of feeling but i don't know what the birds are headed east and i'm heading back on my own now back to the rain clouds sit low in the hills, seems it's always been that way and i'm painting by numbers now, but all I ever get is grey and back to the rain hold my face close for a reason, so you can read my teardrops and i'm painting by numbers now, but all i ever get is grey