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.