Clouded

Lyrics by Nick Mirisola

(Verse 1)
Lookin’ for answers, not question marks
Findin’ myself by the fire, lookin’ for the sparks.
In the heat of my pursuit, the minutia turns cold blue.
It’s such a seedless fruit, but it’s like no one even knew.
And Philosophy burns sweetly, philosophy burns sweetly.

(Chorus 1)

Sometimes life’s like a hurricane, other times like a gentle rain,
But we can’t see the difference if we’re clouded by indifference.
Sometimes thoughts lead to barren zones, other times we should just call ‘em homes,
But we can’t steer the difference if we’re clouded by the difference.

(Verse 2)

Big things on my mind, I watch the little ones turn to slime.
Misfocusin’ again, well at least it’s not a sin.
From God to Ghandi, big concepts crowd me,
Like mental candy, but in their wake the
Monotony lies indifferently,
Irrelevance lies indifferently.

(Chorus 2)

Sometimes life’s like a hurricane, other times like a gentle rain,
But we can’t see the difference if we’re clouded by indifference.
Sometimes thoughts lead to barren zones, other times we should just call ‘em homes,
But we can’t steer the difference if we’re clouded by the difference.

Sometimes life’s like a hurricane, other times like a gentle rain,
But we can’t see the difference if we’re clouded by the difference.
Sometimes thoughts lead to barren zones, other times we should just call ‘em homes,
But we can’t steer the difference if we’re clouded by the difference.