Cloudwalker - HORSE the Band

She’s a real writer and say goodnight-er

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 3D 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