Clouds Songtext
von The Biblecode Sundays

I see cold eyes piercing every face
Behind the glass, the brass and the lace
Clutching stones under the rosary veil
Where do you run to now?
Funeral march of the lost and shielded cavalcade
Harboured in the haven, the sacred heart bleeding

Where do the clouds hide?
Out on the riptide
Where do the flames go?
Ashes in the palm of your hand, you′ll never show
Where do the clouds hide?
Out on the riptide
Where do the flames go?
Ashes in the palm of your hand, you'll never show

Dilly gathered, we are now departed
The snakes in the green, green grass
Home to roost at the end of the day
Lords are all sleeping, pipe and drum wailing


Where do the clouds hide?
Out on the riptide
Where do the flames go?
Ashes in the palm of your hand, you′ll never show
Where do the clouds hide?
Out on the riptide
Where do the flames go?
Ashes in the palm of your hand, you'll never show

And there's whispers in the long grass
And the wolves are at the door
No one says the word, no one at all

I sit and wait, watching the passing days
Knowing one day you′ll be in these arms again
No longer hidden by a cheery shroud of scatter-go rain
Released to run, free spirit, white cloud

Where do the clouds hide?
Out on the riptide
Where do the flames go?
Ashes in the palm of your hand, you′ll never show
Where do the clouds hide?
Out on the riptide
Where do the flames go?
Ashes in the palm of your hand, you'll never show