Texty: Horse The Band. Desperate Living. Cloudwalker.

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.