I want to live just 2 inches above the clouds
Where you don’t need an umbrella
Not a raincoat, nor a scarf
You can leave all moods behind,
I might carry 20 pounds of memories packed in a box
But clouds can’t hold any old rocks,
Maybe I'll take only your kiss
Because is light as a bliss,
Or maybe a piece of your heart
I think that would be pretty smart!

I want to milk the sky,
and fill this empty bucket called soul
with more of light,

I want to milk the sky,
pour more happiness in your eyes
and when I dive into them
to come back blind,  
never see reality as it is
just see the light,

I want to milk the sky,
and tell the moon not to ever cover the sun,
their ending love should be the sacrifice
for us selfish beings,
a last sacrifice
to stop the darkest dark
and get the never ending light.