Take me down
from this cloud
of ecstasy

The higher we go
the harder this fall
is gonna be

It took me nineteen years
to begin to know myself
How many more years
until I truly trust
someone else?

It's cold up here
There's groups of clouds
far as the eye can see

People crowd
floating around
mostly aimlessly

It took me twenty years
to begin to know myself
How many more years
until I truly love
someone else?

It's raining now
My cloud disintegrates
It wets my feet

The people crowd
anticipating my fall
almost expectantly

By twenty-one years
will I know myself?
How many more years
until I truly find
the root of doubt?