Nine Clouds Songtext
von Dispirited Spirits

Envisions fractal forms
Collects slivers of sympathy
This cryogenic soul
Would sacrifice the forest for the smallest tree
Secluded consciousness
Miscalculated devotion
Nine thousand clouds I weep
For a souvenir of your slender impression of loving me


Take my hand, I′m falling
For what I've become
Cannot revere reflections of me
Take my hand, I′m falling
For what I've become
Cannot revere reflections of what's best for me

Nine thousand clouds
Can a nebula′s worth exceed the preceding star?
Nine thousand clouds
Can it learn to treasure its shine?

Take my hand, I′m falling
For what I've become
Cannot revere reflections of me
Take my hand, I′m falling
For what I've become
Cannot revere reflections of what′s
Best
For
Me