Castle Of Clouds;;
When I first met you, I wasnt so sure.
You seemed like a little bit of a bore.
That was before, of course,
you promised me a castle of clouds.
Like sheep and icecream cones.
The sheep that bleats and moans.
Dreams filling the air,
the strong winds in my hair.
Being inside of a cloud can be a rush,
the smell of cotton candy and sweet smiles so lush.
You promised me that you and I could run away,
The world would have to take the price and pay,
Of my sweet "angel" face to dissapear,
from the world's dark empty sphere.
