Clouds

We pour all our wishes and dreams

And anxieties

We've put all our hopes and dreams

Into a pot

How does it taste?

Some was poured, some spilled

Yet our cups could never be filled

Some was poured and some was spilled

Yet our cups could never be filled

Well I am sorry I'm used to let down

Can we even get this right?

Well I am sorry I'm used to let down

How can we ever be all that we need?

How can we ever be all that we need?

Is this waste of passion?

Feels like fighting clouds

Vast and vague expressions

Keep wearing me down

Wearing me, wearing me down

It's wearing me

It's wearing me down

It is wearing me down

In the awkward silence

Shamefaced

We've been sharing hopes and dreams

Yet it's never been enough