I was walking uphill last evening And I spot A flock of clouds making home Before dawn The daylight is fading Faster than they anticipated And suddenly I spot A street light Light up So the clouds can make their way home Safe
I am made up of nostalgia I live in my head I breathe in the memories And breathe out your embrace So slowly I can forget what it is like to held by you And I can make some space Your touch lingers on my face But baby let me move on Stop tracing those fingers Even though it's all in my head I need to make space For someone else to take my breath away