Greed Is A Cloud

Greed is a cloud, claims the sky as it's own The whole summer sky as its own, all its own

And then blown

And fame is a bee

According to Emily

A buzz in the wind see it fly, has a wing

Has a sting

Now you're wondering why your lonely again

But hope is a high heeled horse

Changing its course

The space in between

The blade and the green

Of the grass

And I ask that you don't cut it down

To feel tall as you wander through town

Now you're wondering why there's no-one around

But hope is a high heeled horse

Changing its course

The sun on your back as you fly off the track

And trust that the winter will pass

And I know there's a hole in your heart

Well turn around and we'll take it back from the start

Because love is a wind

I don't know where it begins

or where it ends

Turn around and come back to me

My friend