I'm catching myself looking out for a cloud. Is it blue, is it pink, is it a dream? I'm looking for it everywhere I can but the ladder won't reach its way
Is it hiding in a forest or maybe wind brings it over
is it in people's hearts because sometimes the cloud isn't that nice
craving the sweetness and the soft texture it's not always a gesture
is the little things I'm searching in the wild, is the little things I'm searching in my heart, it's the things that keep me occupied and the things that can't escape the mind
Cloud is all around I even see it in your smile
what's real and what's an illusion that's my next conclusion
Clouds can have many colors. I see it in every feeling I borrow
I'm just scared one day I will lose the Cloud and the emotion will turn black

The wind was never coming my way but the one time, not expected, it appeared in the play.
Day by day I saw more Color’s, didn’t know it was a feeling that would made me sorrow,
It was so beautiful; the blue and the green, the yellow - pink
like a sunset with red on top and words that were lies, but fit in the plot.
Felling so beautiful, like a sun kissing your cheek or first flower growing on field,
And I think you believed in the Color’s the same I did, but it was too late to say it didn’t mean anything.
Hardest part was that you choose different shade, not having courage to tell straight away
It was mixing with your head and making my fragile soul shed.
You did everything I hoped you wouldn’t do
You took advantage of my good heart and did what’s best for you.
Not caring the wind was black or the storm was behind your back
Hurts so bad to think I wasn’t your wind, now different grays are in my dream.
wind in my hair, in my eyes, on my body, you didn’t mean it, you said sorry.
Nothing was real, and it was just an act,
But the colorful wind is still in my heart

Mulled wine running through my veins,
But now it has a different taste.
In winter it was sweet and sour, but today I can’t feel its power.
The dizziness went another way
Not mixing with my head.
I can feel it against my skin,on my body
The warmth is still there. It just has a different way.
Mulled wine is a dangerous thing, not letting me drink anything.
Like a poison grabbing my soul, looking for a deeper hole.
I know I can't take too much cuz winter will come and I will never cope.
Not this time, not again cant let in this pain, cuz I know the red liquor will devour my brain.
The orange will fall apart, and cinnamon won't save it tonight.
It's addictive, I know, other drinks are telling me to say “NO”.
But the wine got stuck in my eyes, won't let it reach my heart.