Clouds crash on the hillside   Set to sail your soul at high tide   High time you left that shadow   Dead weight in the meadow   Let it follow, far below      Oh, oh, oh, woah   What a ceiling   All the angels cracked and peeling   Revealing constellations   One day you will name one   After a boy you knew when   You were back in middle school   And ingrained his name in love notes   Every one retained, though   In a box behind your raincoats      Oh, those days   When rainy days meant    Tracing spaces raindrops made   When racing 'cross the windshield   The pace of life wasn't real      Oh, though I would quicken   How the slope began to slicken   You slip into a grin    That begin with where you been   Leave the past behind and    Come with me to be free (skin again)      Lalalala      Oh, oh   Clouds crash on the hillside   Set to sail your soul at high tide   High time you left that shadow,   Dead weight in the meadow   Leave the past behind and    Come with me to be free (skin again)