Walking on a certain kind of cloud
Knowing what you want
When your hand points to sky
Mellow houses sway in your backyard
The sun shines from your window
And it shines so bright
Walking around in that strawberry lite
Knowing for sure that you're gonna be fine
Drown in the tears of your own bitter life
Slowly hold the hands of fateless time
And melt into the stone
And then you'll know
Violence in your heart
Leaves when you already know what to say
When you're near
And you hear the angel's voices
Tonight's divine