Painting the Clouds with Sunshine

When I pretend I’m gay
I never feel that way
I’m only painting the clouds with sunshine
When I hold back a tear
To make a smile appear
I’m only painting the clouds with sunshine
Painting the blues, beautiful hues
Coloured with gold and old rose
Playing the clown, trying to drown all of my woes
Though things may not look bright
They’ll all turn out alright
If I keep painting the clouds with sunshine
Painting the blues, beautiful hues
Coloured with gold and old rose
Playing the clown, trying to drown all of my woes
Though things may not look bright
They’ll all turn out alright
If I keep painting the clouds with sunshine