Blue Cloud - Wand

Look in the blue cloud, spirit of the sky

No one’s gonna find you till the morning comes

Stand on a frozen language terrified by light

Beauty will surround you, you’ll be free at last

Without a map here, one becomes so lost

Tumbling through the darkness, hold on to yourself

Without a job to do, what is there to say?

There’s always a lovely searching for itself

And if you wanna turn

Back the tide

Pull on the curtain

Till it’s time

If you fall

Down to earth

Aim for the ocean

Close your eyes

Without a map here, one becomes so lost

Tumbling through the darkness, hold on to yourself