Clouds crash on the hillside
Set to sail your soul at high tide
High time you left that shadow
Dead weight in the meadow
Let it follow, far below

Oh, oh, oh, woah
What a ceiling
All the angels cracked and peeling
Revealing constellations
One day you will name one
After a boy you knew when
You were back in middle school
And ingrained his name in love notes
Every one retained, though
In a box behind your raincoats

Oh, those days
When rainy days meant
Tracing spaces raindrops made
When racing ´cross the windshield
The pace of life wasn´t real

Oh, though I would quicken
How the slope began to slicken
You slip into a grin
That begin with where you been
Leave the past behind and
Come with me to be free (skin again)

Lalalala

Oh, oh
Clouds crash on the hillside
Set to sail your soul at high tide
High time you left that shadow,
Dead weight in the meadow
Leave the past behind and
Come with me to be free (skin again)