We want to turn everything around

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.