Island - Cloud Control

Wake up in the open air

Two swallows nestle in my hair

I can see my face, look into my eye

Bring back the stolen tears I’ve cried

Willow sheds its yellow leaves

The wind whispers «can I have them please?»

It’s a cold day to remember

All those times you weren’t so tender

Wind chimes

Old times

Close your eyes

Wind chimes

Old times

Close your eyes

'Til I was three I was no-on's child

Release m now, out into the wild

And I can’t wait in these fields forever

These fields of gold tend to stormy weather

Waking up, soft pillow resting my head

Too many places, younger

Wind chimes

Old times

Close your eyes

Wind chimes

Old times

Close your eyes

You

And golden skin today

Only I love

Games of two on two

You

And golden skin today

Only I love

Games of two on two