Cloud 9 -

I see the picture

It’s black and white

It’s slowly drying

Under street lights (under street lights)

Except for you

No one hears

The sound of drowning inside our own

Autographs faded

They hide away sometimes

To not be captured

Or shine like these eyes (like these eyes)

Except for you

No one hears

The sound of drying inside our own world

Heads up in this world on cloud 9

I won’t fit into your picture frame

I can see anything and everything clear now

the voices and fake laughter

Silence hangs on a string

The sounds of the city

The phone rings and that shit seems the same