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 3D 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