We are searching on a cloud
You and I

You and I
We see little ants in a big crowd

We will ponder above them,
While they try to be found

You and I,

We talk about our friend who isn't with with us
Who thinks of his friend
Who is not with us

We'll cherish the artificial heat for that man
Embellish his soul which aspires to smile

For he is not a man
But a child with a yearning past
A useless smile

His kaleidoscope jazz
The enigmatic trance
Of illusion, he dances

Be stirred, for he is a sensitive boy
He is shaken, and don't be mistaken
We love him to death

And comedically dark chaos is, oh such fun

Take turns on this cloud
And let us be taken
Half humble
Half free

We are the cream of the dark sky
And the sailors delight in the red, fumed night

Don't be so analytical

And rest your eyes darling

And you will still be awaken

When your head touches the pillow

We will still be awake in the cloud

Having *** in our cloud