The Drums - Pretty Cloud lyrics

My pretty cloud in the sky I'm watching you from afar Sometimes you float up and grace me with sun And sometimes you come very close And multiply yourself Heavy and thick raining sorrow on me Still I am blissful In whatever you give me I lean on the mystery Of who you are Still I am blissful In whatever you show me A real curiosity of who you are Sensitive to temperature Sensitive to moisture Sensitive to the winds that always come And there are days where you spread yourself So thin across the atmosphere That I can't see you Anymore Still I am blissful In whatever you give me I lean on the mystery Of who you are Still I am blissful In whatever you show me A real curiosity of who you are [Antoine's voice on phone message:] "Hey I'm so sorry you feel sad. I wanted to tell you that I love your sensitivity and I was so glad you called me this morning. And for the messages that you sent me yesterday that I woke up with. I saw when we were calling that your face did change. I'm so sorry, I love you. Even if I go to Paris, you'll just have to come with me..." Still I am blissful In whatever you give me I lean on the mystery Of who you are Still I am blissful In whatever you show me A real curiosity of who you are