Brazzaville The clouds in Camarillo

You were born in '67 about 9 o'clock at night
A couple of years before I lost control and ended up inside

The clouds in Camarillo
Shimmer with the lights, that's so unreal
Now I fear the stories that they told me
Of how I hurt my baby, must be somehow true.

I stopped taking all my pills, they made me feel so dead inside
Just like the Sun was going out, I didn't think I could survive

The clouds in Camarillo
Shimmer with the lights, that's so unreal
Now I fear the stories that they told me
Of how I hurt my baby, must be somehow true

Now I'm writing from the caravan behind your grandma's place
I think my spirit will be happier with the stars in outer space

The clouds in Camarillo
Shimmer with the lights, that's so unreal
Now I fear the stories that they told me
Of how I hurt my baby, must be somehow true

The clouds in Camarillo
Shimmer with the lights, that's so unreal
Now I fear the stories that they told me
Of how I hurt my baby, must be somehow true

The clouds in Camarillo
Shimmer with the lights, that's so unreal
Now I fear the stories that they told me
Of how I hurt my baby, must be somehow true