Verse:
Clouds look like mountains, your eyes, they look like stars. We will fill our hands with clay and try to shape our hearts.
Pre chorus-
Seein life through windows touching panes of glass, cryin toward our children we’ll teach them from our past…oooooo
Chorus:
The sun came down to rest, and make took for winter at last. We’ve all hushed the summer to bed, and we’ll all breathe her last breath.
Verse:
Clouds look like mountains, your eyes, they look like stars. We will fill our hands with clay and try to shape our hearts.
Pre chorus-
Seein life through windows touching panes of glass, cryin toward our children we’ll teach them from our past…oooooo
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