She's a real writer and say goodnighter She's a sadist of a believer
I'm not a bridge, I'm not the bay I'm not a car, taxi or train I'm not a power tool Or a construction crew I'm not the weapon Simple or mass device Just a man With two hands
What should I do when you walk out?
I dress in white Become cloudwalker I want to scan the crowd And point to where the rain flows
I'm a white cloud I'm a white cloud
We've got clouds in our heads Dreams in our skies We never say goodbye
What should I do when you walk out? We have soft clouds in our heads We have dreams in our skies We never say goodbye
I AM THE SKY DON'T ASK WHY I FEEL IT AS I FEEL MY BREATH DEEP INSIDE
I'M A RIDE HIGHER A TRIED TRIER A NEVER GIVE UP VICTORY FIGHT IGNITER
Row after row after row Row after row after row Sentinel trees go
SHE'S A DREAM BOOMER A NEVER TOO SOONER A 3-D TREE RIGHT BEFORE ME FALLING IN THE SEWER
SHE'S A ROCKSLIDE A ROCKET IN THE SKY A PLANE CRASHING TO THE EARTH AND EVERYONE WHO DIED
I'M A COUNTDOWN TICK MOVING QUITE QUICK TWO LOVERS CONFESSING A TRYST
SHE'S A THUNDERSTORM SINCE THE DAY SHE WAS BORN AND SHE BEAT. BEAT. BEATS LIKE THE HEART OF A WAR
Row after row after row Row after row after row Sentinel trees go
I'm looking down on trees Let's not let this moment.. be the same.