Oh My Goodness! Oh Good grief! Look at Those Clouds! Songtext

These thoughts dance in pairs and dress in dresses. They smile down at me as if they think of me kindly. Marching at me, an army of snails, the sky, a homily. Certainly they'll capture me and I'll scream, "Oh great heights! Terrible doubts!" Cumulus clouds say, "You are crazy!" Clapping in the streets, melody wakes me. Am I dreaming a song for me or cars crashing? Piano keys, simple things, melodies, the songs we sing. Simply speaking it's a broken chord, a broken note, broken bones. And how they linger! And how they seem…the secrets I keep say, "You are crazy. You are crazy. You are crazy."