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 rock slide, 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