Badly's photos with the keyword: 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, Colored with gold and old rose. Playing the clown, Trying to drown all of my woes. Tho' things may not look bright, They'll all turn out alright, If I keep painting the clouds with sunshine. Thanks to Auntie Weasel for these lyrics, written by Al Dubin in 1929.