I bet the clouds won't turn away
The ruffles it left on his trace
I've been envying them since
They can come and leave anytime they want
But to my dismay they hurry my day
So I guess the clouds will stay
With this empty shore
I never thought I could hear the birds
One by one calling for help
Now that I see the clouds and birds
They ave a thing in common
And that's ecstasy.
