We want to turn everything around She's a real writer and say goodnight-er 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 ma** 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 ROCK-SLIDE 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