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.