| Song | Cloudbursts |
| Artist | Goodtime Boys |
| Album | Rain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Welcome to the garden | |
| Every flower grown in the ashes of dead stars | |
| Nature and its captives, all we see are their old photographs | |
| Just pin pricks and scars of men | |
| Maybe this wasn’t all meant for them | |
| A wilderness wasted in your eyes | |
| The sky the birds and the trees | |
| This kind of beauty brings me to my knees | |
| But it’s not enough for you so what’s the world to do? | |
| When the world is you, unsatisfied | |
| What is this walk? Where are we going? | |
| I find beauty in not knowing | |
| The earth compels me and I”m free to die | |
| Burning at both ends in this brilliant light | |
| Mouth-breather, you see the world through plastic eyes | |
| From the bottom of a new low you turn to the sky, unsatisfied | |
| What is this walk? Where are we going? | |
| I find beauty in not knowing | |
| The earth compels me and I’m free to die | |
| I want to feel it all in a world deaf, dumb and blind | |
| Start living, stop living a lie | |
| Burning at both ends in the brilliant light | |
| I turn and say goodnight |
| Welcome to the garden | |
| Every flower grown in the ashes of dead stars | |
| Nature and its captives, all we see are their old photographs | |
| Just pin pricks and scars of men | |
| Maybe this wasn' t all meant for them | |
| A wilderness wasted in your eyes | |
| The sky the birds and the trees | |
| This kind of beauty brings me to my knees | |
| But it' s not enough for you so what' s the world to do? | |
| When the world is you, unsatisfied | |
| What is this walk? Where are we going? | |
| I find beauty in not knowing | |
| The earth compels me and I" m free to die | |
| Burning at both ends in this brilliant light | |
| Mouthbreather, you see the world through plastic eyes | |
| From the bottom of a new low you turn to the sky, unsatisfied | |
| What is this walk? Where are we going? | |
| I find beauty in not knowing | |
| The earth compels me and I' m free to die | |
| I want to feel it all in a world deaf, dumb and blind | |
| Start living, stop living a lie | |
| Burning at both ends in the brilliant light | |
| I turn and say goodnight |
| Welcome to the garden | |
| Every flower grown in the ashes of dead stars | |
| Nature and its captives, all we see are their old photographs | |
| Just pin pricks and scars of men | |
| Maybe this wasn' t all meant for them | |
| A wilderness wasted in your eyes | |
| The sky the birds and the trees | |
| This kind of beauty brings me to my knees | |
| But it' s not enough for you so what' s the world to do? | |
| When the world is you, unsatisfied | |
| What is this walk? Where are we going? | |
| I find beauty in not knowing | |
| The earth compels me and I" m free to die | |
| Burning at both ends in this brilliant light | |
| Mouthbreather, you see the world through plastic eyes | |
| From the bottom of a new low you turn to the sky, unsatisfied | |
| What is this walk? Where are we going? | |
| I find beauty in not knowing | |
| The earth compels me and I' m free to die | |
| I want to feel it all in a world deaf, dumb and blind | |
| Start living, stop living a lie | |
| Burning at both ends in the brilliant light | |
| I turn and say goodnight |