Well I've got things in this suitcase I'm carrying Well I've got things some of them you can't see And the others let's pretend they're of no consequence Yeah I've always had this black cloud over me When the ground you stood upon is giving way Under the rip tide and flood of a cold sea Yeah and your heart keeps making tracks to where it shouldn't be going back Yeah I've always had this black cloud over me Yeah and pride she's a pit of many snakes And reason well she's still the devil's whore Though the cannon ball may fly and the sabres baptize Well turn the eyes of faith upon the Lord And some will shake off the sloth of faithlessness While others simply languish in their sleep Me I just fight to stay awake Yeah I've always had this black cloud over me