Text: Neva Dinova. Clouds.

Come on storm,
let's form a cloud.
Let's turn this world upside-down.

When I think of dyin', I laugh out loud.
Come on storm,
let's form a cloud.

I seen the good ones;
I seen them drown.
Come on storm, let's form a cloud.

Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on...

Can you see the mountains?
Can you see the birds?
Can you feel the fountain?
Can you feel the world?