I break through the clouds of rain
This is all we count as gain
We'll chain them up
Wild colors and cults of truth
Soar up right through the roof
Of our heat
For here it comes
Here we lie
In the hands of our maker
Here we lie
In the palms of the high
Just for a moment
Caught up in clouds
There on the blue
Sky
Bloom
Off of our feet again
By the rush of a sailor's wings
We must be loved
Here it comes
Here we lie
In the hands of our maker
Here we lie
In the palms of the high
Cursed for a moment
Caught up in quiet
Wow
A regular blow
Here we lie
In the hands of our maker
Here we lie
In the palms of the high
Lost for a moment
Caught up in clouds
Bedroom of blue
Blue
Sky
In the house of dreams
Lost for a moment
