Words may yet, express the now
The glow of twilight, has stripped her gown
These cloud trophies
They quake my knees
Do-not-chase-the-cloud-trophies-for-they-will-lead-to-you-to-make-believe
One
Two
Three
Four
The Sun has gone down so mighty fast
Cradle me 'till I die
This life and world
May come to pass
These cloud trophies
They quake my knees
Do-not-chase-the-cloud-trophies-for-they-will-lead-to-you-to-make-believe
These cloud trophies
They quake my knees
The days of old are only memories
Words may yet
Express the now
The glow of twilight has stripped her down
The Sun has gone down
So mighty fast
Cradle me 'till I die
This life and world
May come to pass
These cloud trophies
They quake my knees
Do-not-chase-the-cloud-trophies-for-they-will-lead-to-you-to-make-believe