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.