Artificial Clouds Songtext

Well I'd paint a symphony for you
watch notes fly like artificial clouds
When death came, I tried to comfort her
I said "We all owe a death to nature"

To be alone in, to be at home in your loving arms, your loving arms
It's a sacred question but I know I'd give her anything
to be home in your arms, your loving arms

So I'm falling apart without you

To be alone in, to be at home in your loving arms, your loving arms
It's a sacred question but I know I'd give her anything
to be home in your arms, your loving arms