Clouds کے بول

Molecules disipate, disperse and recoagulate Breath in and out, there is nothing more I am mist, you are steam, we are clouds We are drifting away, drifting away to one of many heavens where blue light prevails We dream perfect music, we hang from our tails to one of many hells and sharpen up our horns Plotting our revenge by waiting to be born Particles of light, particles of matter come together for an instant... then scatter