Hollow Drums - Cloud Control

Everything that I see around me,

Is sliding, sliding,

Sliding away.

Traces of time locks in the pages,

Belong in the moment,

True life lives,

In Lies.

I shall wait under the tree,

From day to day,

And hour to hour,

The meeting place.

Out of home and wet,

It’s alright,

Coloured in soft lips,

It’s okay,

Ooh oh ohh …

Everything that I see around me,

Is sliding, sliding,

Sliding away.

I shall wait under the tree,

From day to day,

And hour to hour,

The meeting place.

Memory persist,

It’s alright,

Curious friendships,

It’s okay,

Hit like hollow drums,

It’s alright,

Watch out here she comes,

It’s okay,

Ooh oh ohh…