• The world spins round and round,
    We don’t seem to realize
    That we’re upside down,
    I listen to the lullaby that...
    The clouds drag across the sky
    And read the stories in my dreams,
    That the purple sky tries to hide.
    The clouds aren’t cotton candy,
    But just fluff wasting away...
    And sometimes,
    In solitude,
    We seem to fade into gray.