Fall to your knees, line your head in thorns. Gather the pure souls, turn the water into wine, build a roof of stones with holy hands, spit your venom
Roll Ohio clouds oh roll on in Wash the cigarettes the smell from grandma's skin Clear the dank and dusty kitchenettes The bourbon bottles resting empty
The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime You shuffle in the gloom of a sickroom And talk to yourself as you die Life
cloud's white curtain in a far off corner flashed And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting Electric light still struck like arrows, fired
clouds have all departed You'll be right here with me And when your tears are dry from crying And when the world has turned silent And when the clouds
heart riles around like a bone lost deep inside See I'd like to fall in love but not that type of guy Ooh wee, you got my clouds on fire We're tight
dropped in the jungle Where the choppers would rumble With the smell of napalm in the air Then the sergeant said, "Look up ahead" Like a dark evil cloud
in the saddle Cryin' your name out to the clouds, hey yaw, hey yaw Why don't you meet me back at the tepee? We'll lay down by the camp fire There in
we gon do it big like this.. yeah and you was just practice he aint in ya world you can take him off ya atlas girl ya on fire can i be the one you
I used the deadwood to make the fire rise The blood of innocence burning in the skies I filled my cup with the rising of the sea And poured it out in
he's got you raining all the time Put away your troubles by leaving him behind So every time you look up, clear blue sky But here he comes again like a cloud
Arguments rule today We slug it out Tears are so common place We're drowning now We're under a dark cloud, Baby We cannot shake it off Think we gotta
through the cracks water we're desperately trying to save so I'll just live on wine and water my vines and sleep on the wind with the fires right
Bottle to the head And I ain't sayin' much you could be one of the feds We stay connected, above the clouds We don't talk much but the movement speak
All these trials, soon be past Look for something built to last A wind held by the collar, yes, a cloud held by the breeze You can walk on coals of fire
rages from within Three times thunder, blood runs cold Got this wound on my soul Down on Hell's Half Acre Walking on fire We got trouble in the wasteland
drømmene er drømt Så blir det daggry Og drømmene er drømt ---------------------------- That man came from a whole other time Like reflections of a fire