Cloud 9
We are so blind (sublime), again
In turns we break the bread
You whisper to me but you can't make a sound because
Now I messiah you, you've
Traded your throat for your words
Feeling my body
Bleeding my wounds
You are so kind
Breaking my Body
Let's redefine
What's yours, what's mine
I yearn to make a bond
A union of trust where we see through each other's eyes
Where I inspire you to take away
All that is mine
Feeling my body
Bleeding my wounds
You are so kind
Breaking my Body
Feeling my body
Bleeding my wounds
You are so kind
Breaking my Body
Body