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 3-d 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.