Pitch Black Cloud

Look up at the sky
Two storms arise
Clouds come cover up the two fullmoons
Try making sense of two compasses
Chances are the road goes serpentine now eiter one we choose
There’s a pitch black cloud hanging over our heads
As we ride into the Double Sunset
And there’s a pitch black cloud, it’s hanging over our heads
As we ride into where there’s no-one waiting
We’re reading signs with four red eyes
It’s hard when you see everything in two
Me and my friend, we’ll get shelter from the rain
We rest our heads and hope that sleep comes visiting us soon
And there’s a pitch black cloud hanging over our heads
As we ride into the Double Sunset
And there’s a pitch black cloud, it’s hanging over our heads
As we ride into where there’s no-one waiting
I will hold your hand at the bitter end
When the camera pans and the soundtrack swells
I will namedrop you at the gates of burning hell
When there’s no-one else, there’s no-one else
And there’s a pitch black cloud hanging over our heads
As we ride into the Double Sunset
I will hold your hand at the bitter end
When the camera pans and the soundtrack swells
I will namedrop you at the gates of burning hell
When there’s no-one else, there’s no-one else