A pocket in the clouds
stows away the sun.
She's hiding from the sky,
her voice will be sung.
When I listen everyday
to the colours that I see.
She asks me for my name
and I ask them the same.
And she's a loaded sun, slinging the hearts she's won.
'Cause you're a loaded sun, slinging the hearts you've won.
Whittle at the thought
of losing all control.
Putting on your socks
but taking off your feet.
Walk towards the bridge
where water touches sky.
She sets into the sea
and leaves us to believe.
It's not like what we've read before,
so much we have yet to explore.