Grey clouds loom overhead, in my head.
Rolling, rumbling, fill me up with dread;
Melancholic dreams as I lay in my bed.
Dread looms overhead, in my head.

Can we keep faith in what is said
When all the news fills me up with dread?
I turn away but clouds loom overhead,
Melancholic dreams in my head.

The end of the world happens in my bed,
Every night they fill me up with dread.
Intruding thoughts wonder if I’m dead
As grey clouds loom overhead.