Lead Clouds from Tortoise, Hare by Snoozer

Bright clouds over the church
Wind on my knees
Stare at those who have
They just stare back at me

Orchestra for those who can't speak
Could've made use of a day
All it took was you
But you just walked away

You walked away
You walked away

Bright clouds over the hill
Wind on my face, and in your hair
Turn to me and say
What I already know

We are constantly dying,
But we're never reborn
I can see for miles and miles
But I can't see you, and you're two feet away

You're two feet away
You're two feet away

Bright clouds up in the sky
Hang there just for us
If they turned to lead, or even gold
We would all be dead, never old

We'd never grow old
We'd never grow old

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