The Microphones
Big Black Cloud
When you're finally standing still
And your fingers all go numb
Get higher on your hill
So your big black cloud will come
So your big black cloud will come
And press you to the ground
The air will leave your chest
You'll fade from where you're found
When you're finally standing still
And your fingers all go numb
Get higher on your hill
So your big black cloud will come
So your big black cloud will come
And press you to the ground
The air will leave your chest
You'll fade from where you're found
When you're finally standing still
And your fingers all go numb
Get higher on your hill
So your big black cloud will come
So your big black cloud will come
And press you to the ground
The air will leave your chest
You'll fade from where you're found
When you're finally standing still
And your fingers all go numb
Get higher on your hill
So your big black cloud will come
So your big black cloud will come
And press you to the ground
The air will leave your chest
You'll fade from where you're found
When you're finally standing still
And your fingers all go numb
Get higher on your hill
So your big black cloud will come
So your big black cloud will come
And press you to the ground
The air will leave your chest
You'll fade from where you're found
When you're finally standing still
And your fingers all go numb
Get higher on your hill
So your big black cloud will come
So your big black cloud will come
And press you to the ground
The air will leave your chest
You'll fade from where you're found
When you're finally standing still
And your fingers all go numb
Get higher on your hill
So your big black clou-