Painting the Clouds With Sunshine

When I pretend I'm gay

I never feel that way

I'm only painting the clouds with sunshine

When I hold back a tear

To make a smile appear

I'm only painting the clouds with sunshine

Painting the blues, beautiful hues

Coloured with gold and old rose

Playing the clown, trying to drown all of my woes

Though things may not look bright

They'll all turn out alright

If I keep painting the clouds with sunshine

Painting the blues, beautiful hues

Coloured with gold and old rose

Playing the clown, trying to drown all of my woes

Though things may not look bright

They'll all turn out alright

If I keep painting the clouds with sunshine