Lyrics: Michael Andrew Whalen
Music: Michael Andrew Whalen
When I'm lying on a cloud
I can't help but look down
And when I'm lying next to you
I've got everything to lose
'cause every time a little luck comes my way
I get so nervous like I don't deserve this
And every time good fortune comes my way
I get suspicious there's a storm in the distance
Oh why can't I just enjoy the blue sky
I'm always betting on bad weather
Oh I'm always betting on bad
Pieces falling into place
But all I see is empty space
And if it's too good to be true
That's 'cause too good always ends too soon
'cause every time a little luck comes my way
I get so nervous like I don't deserve this
And every time good fortune comes my way
I get suspicious there's a storm in the distance
Oh why can't I just enjoy the sunshine
I'm always betting on bad weather
Oh I'm always betting on bad