Above the Clouds - Paul Mac, Abby Dobson

Miscellaneous

Above The Clouds

There’s a place of my own I go that I have found

When I’m left bare and cold

When there’s nothing at all

I lift through the clouds I go on a wave of sound

I go on my own when the feeling calls

I’m floating above the ground so get used to it

Cos I’m not coming down

It’s sunny above the clouds

You can’t touch me here

It’s the sweeet of the darkness

coming into my ears

something shifts in my soul

something warms the cold

lift me up, let me go, just get me out of here

A hand from above give me something to hold

I’m floating above the ground so get used to it

Cos I’m not coming down

It’s sunny above the clouds

You can’t touch me here