To become a cloud.
To the winter fog that sometimes settles in the parking lot of
A run-down hotel, on puddles lined with rubble faded white,
The wind will come and carry it to a tree somewhere
To become a cloud.
To the winter fog that sometimes settles in the parking lot of
A run-down hotel, on puddles lined with rubble faded white,
The wind will come and carry it to a tree somewhere
To become a cloud.