Dust is made with clouds
They just fall down on the floor
Shadows are deloused
With a pretty little bone
Birds are flying back
They don't know where to find their home
They don't say goodbye
They just leave after the storm
From time to time I feel happy though
Where is the light it's a scary home
Feathers on my back
All my clothes have gone away
Pictures of a smile
It's already time to stay
And from time to time I feel happy though
Where is the light it's scary home
