I open my eyes, curious again
Bed, still warm with vice
Leave it unmade, Leave it behind
Slip out in the night
Watch the sun's rays
Flare to the sound of a flight
Willing to fall, Willing to climb
And the greys yield to green
And the greys yield to green
The present is a cloud, formless and free
The present is a cloud, formless and free
The present is a cloud, formless and free