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 3D 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.