The clouds are pianochords
echoing through open windows
from a top floor view
Empty wooden labourencrusted dreamhalls
resonate all that i should have let be gone
Oh cry, cry cry
Oh why why Why?
Ligth and brightest blue
come back and do it all over
what you did so swell
stomp those clouds and calmly
play that awsome concert once again
make a stamp of it, or a picture
just don´t let it soundwave away
