Original lyrics
ENA town too small
With eyes too cold
Cloud shaped thoughts are calling me
The ol’ doug fir
He held my fear
As cloud shaped thoughts were calling me
I need to find a place to call home
The searching steers my mind
Crushed by the worry that I’ve already found it
Would I want this for my child?
A year grew old
I danced through tears
As cloud shaped thoughts followed me
The pen that hugs the page so gently paves the way
Turns out the answer doesn’t come from clinging tighter
Would I want that for my child?
The mind holds fast
And still I stay
As cloud shaped thoughts are part of me
Would I want this for my child?