Cloud Cult Follow

Mist in the grass and sleep with the spirits.

Release the pain, it won't do you any good.

Suck in the pollen and breathe with the raccoons.

Don't hide from your own secrets.

You're made of river driftwood.

So pull in all your anchors.

They're waiting for you downstream.

We're waiting for you downstream.

Did you know God is far from perfect?

There really isn't any such things.

'Cause it's the work of the ugly to highlight the beautiful.

And in so doing, the ugly is beautiful too.

You're made of water vapor.

You're solid as a cloud.

But wind cannot be predicted.

This change cannot be predicted.

Underneath your skin there are two feathered wings,

But you'll never use them, 'cause you're too scared.

When you get used to such a limited reality,

You've got no choice but to unlearn and start again.

You change like a volcano.

You're body is just a moment.

But your love will live forever.

Your love will live forever.