The clouds come visiting often
And they whisper to me
The beauty that they hold within
Makes it difficult to see

The beauty they mask
Prompts me to ask
Why do you clear up every now and then
Why do you show me the lake
When I can’t drink from it again

They pour me some rain
And drench my soul
They take my tears
And make it roll

And then tell me softly
As scores light up the sky
You hold the beauty
You live and you die

And yet you ask us 
Why we come to you
We wonder what it takes
For you to get through

We know you live in a constant high
We make the music
We’re the musical sky