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.