The race is still to be run Dark clouds are following you But they'll drift away I watched the night turning into a day Dark clouds are following you
Translation: Standing in the Shadows of Motown soundtrack. Cloud Nine.
solemnly found Lost in darkness Afraid without hope In the sacred forbidden forest Where sad dreams blow through dark trees The silence cry out thy name Clouds
, find your legs and find your horns. You're not just another pair of boat shoes walking away from the harbor. Cloud shadow on the mountain, cloud shadow on the plains, cloud shadow
Far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing As majestic bells of bolts, struck shadows in the
, just slept My mind rejects the frequency, it's static craziness to me Is it a solar fever? The TV man is too loud, our plane is sleeping on a cloud
and a yawn Grass is long and laughs When the wind jumps through it It must have started with that stick in the mud That there's where clouds are born Clouds
line, mmm, oh Tic-tock every heartbeat drums Whenever you're around, baby Can't seem to chase those clouds away There's no escape from it all Into the shadow
open wide, let me come inside Shadows fill the room from the candlelights See our bodies moving to the groove, yeah So girl, let's get it on, ain't no time to lose You got me on cloud
with the sunshines And chased the cloud shape to the regions of mind? Standing stream cries the south wind Lost in the regions of [Incomprehensible] Shadow
It makes no difference where I turn I can't get over you and the flame still burns It makes no difference, night or day The shadow never seems to fade
Volare, oh, oh Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh Let's fly way up to the cloud Away from the maddening crowd We can sing in the glow of A star that I know of whew
Misty morning, clouds in the sky Without warning, a wizard walks by Casting his shadow, weaving his spell Funny clothes, tinkling bell Never talking
now? Until the clouds unroll and you come down The line went But the shadows still remain since your descent Your descent I cried to my daddy on the telephone How long now? Until the clouds
to you Time, peaceful as a hurricane eye Peaceful as a hurricane eye A history of whispers, a shadow of a horse Faces painted black in sorrow and remorse White cloud
These toys are all lifeless, the armor's worn off The shadow of a shadow is the ghost of a bomb Skyscraper standing in a desert alone A helicopter searchlight
Lazy flies all hovering above The magistrate, he puts on his gloves And he looks to the clouds, all pink and disheveled There must be some blueprints
starry starry night paint your palette blue and grey look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. shadows on the hills
