歌词
Little clouds
Coming out
Coming right out of her mouth
And falling down
Forming pieces on the ground
They make a deep sound
And they blow out
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Look at all the peace it brings
To expunge every bit of reason within thee
'Cause we're already certain it will be
Totally freeing
As they find out
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"There is no tone
No special note
That begins without being told;
And the teller will never know
What beauty does unfold."
The teller is a part of me
And she tells me everything
And I'll do almost anything
To watch her believe and truly see
She shifts into everything
And leaves me wondering:
"How long until I believe?"