White Line Darko - Clouds

The air is a little different up here
Sunbeams caress your golden hair
There's nowhere you have to be
No one you have to see
Take a minute to forget the speed
At which our world is turning
Your yearning will only get you so far
Your learning is on the way

Rain, on the window (Clouds)
Candle, burning slow (Clouds)
The sound of birds in the evening
Our lovers, they're leaving
Waves, on the show (Clouds)
Streetlight, a dim yellow (Clouds)
Just like peace, these things
Float a little out of reach

I am you and you are me
The dirty mirror smiling
They don't know what we both know
Head in the clouds

Written by:
Kenneth Zierman

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