four in the morrnig the clock dont stop and my head is trying to wake up here comes the noise inside my mind looks like the that the piece just go way out now and coming in the bus i see the sun is cloudy finally God i was starting to get tired too see, my shadow everytime under my feet how high the clouds make raining how high the clouds desappear how high the drops falling im thinking someting maybe i wanna be a Little cloud living free be in everyware when i want to be be in anywere ephemeraly then they said that get me locked up here but in my imagination im over all its that kind of relation with all the people the one that makes me said no, oh no, oh no how high the clouds make raining how high the clouds desappear how high the drops falling and i just wanna se the day cloudy in the sea