Testo I'd Hear The Clouds Move

She breaths so gently
Boy I'd hear the clouds move
If nothing else

She warned me so frankly
Boy, I just stopped breathing
If nothing helped
I feel sorry for myself
With a slow-selling smile in between my deafening ears
How has it felt all through the years
Oh whatever, ever

I feel sorry for myself
By next week I will be at the end of all that glitters
How has it felt all through the years
Yea whatever, ever

Minor, my diner
Boy, I'd eat a cloud now
If nothing else

Blue sky, you kill my Former aspirations
And nothing helps

Find me, don't mind me
Be my guest tomorrow
Up in my room

Fair days, in stairways
Well you should miss them
Just waiting out

I feel sorry for myself
With a slow-selling smile in between my deafening ears
How has it felt all through the years
Oh whatever, ever

I feel sorry for myself
By next week I will be at the end of all that glitters
How has it felt all through the years
Yea whatever, ever