all the dust of a room makes memories reappear when it takes so long to clean you find things that never seem to leave If I’m a cloud of smoke in the wind then your the rain that makes me
I’ll take a trip around the world Just to say I’ve been somewhere Just to find out all I’ve been doing Is loving to come home now and again
Finding time to say you have none Is a way of wasting time Sit and watch the cloud that makes us Sit and watch our transformation into light