CLOUDOLOGY
You remind me of Ireland, of these greenscapes and cliffs. Life with you is Ireland, Sunny and rainy, stormy and calm.
Driving as a passenger hitting all those country roads from time to time we meet the bumps but without them we'd be bored.
Look up the sky and see This cloudology Tells me you're the man. Mountain green and our feet in the sand.
You remind me of Island, isolated within four walls you've built. I also lived like an Island, building my castle brick by brick.
Now in the passenger seat touching your cold hand all I want to warm it up before we go back home.
Look up the sky and see This cloudology Tells me you're the man. Mountain green and our feet in the sand.












