
Hide in the clouds
With the lights half off
Using your headphones
Sound so tough
When walls hold them back
Snatch a quiet hour
A different tack
With no unwelcome eyes
With no unwelcome surprise
A moment as your sleeping self
Hidden in the clouds
We must all come Find ourselves And we will all be found Regardless As the sun finds the morning As breath finds the lungs As I am found ...
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