Forecast کے بول

Coffee for my breakfast Shot of whiskey on the side It's a dark and dreary morning With the clouds covering up the sky [Chorus:] The forecast calls for pain The forecast calls for pain My baby's turning cold And the forecast calls for pain We stayed up all night talking She's grown restless she confessed She says there's no one new But deep down I know that's next [Chorus] She says she tried and tried yes she has But slowly her love has died I can see that deep down inside she's changed The forecast calls for pain The forecast calls for pain The forecast calls for pain Yeah, yeah, yeah I can hear approaching thunder I can feel chills run up my spine I've seen love freeze before And I know I'm on borrowed time [Chorus] I can feel the thunder I can see the lightning I can feel the pain Oh, it's gonna rain