Clouds

Look up there, there's clouds above us

They're watching us now

You don't believe me? Go somewhere else then

They're always around

They see the factories and corporations

They see the hotels and shops

But I know their plans, their little secrets

With them I'll go to the top

Clouds

Clouds are pretty, pretty amoral

They've got no feelings of pity

They're up there now, they're over our heads

They spit on this city

They think they're pink, they think they're fluffy

They think they're hiding their thoughts

But I can see, I see right through them

I know the power they've got

Clouds

Clouds drift around, they don't go home

They've got no civilisation

They white and grey, they're red and black

They don't know their station

Clouds drift around, they see it all

They're drifting over this town

Clouds drift around, they know your name

And all the things that you've found

Clouds