My pretty cloud in the sky

I'm watching you from afar

Sometimes you float up and grace me

With sun

And sometimes you come very close

And multiply yourself

Heavy and thick raining sorrow

On me

Still, I am blissful

In whatever you give me

I lean on the mystery of who you are

Still, I am blissful

In whatever you show me

A real curiosity of who you are

Sensitive to temperature

Sensitive to moisture

Sensitive to the winds that always come

And there are days when you spread yourself

So thin across the atmosphere

That I can't see you anymore

Still, I am blissful

In whatever you give me

I lean on the mystery of who you are

Still, I am blissful

In whatever you show me

A real curiosity of who you are

Still, I am blissful

In whatever you give me

I lean on the mystery of who you are

Still, I am blissful

In whatever you show me

A real curiosity of who you are

(Goodbye)

(Goodbye)