Cutting Clouds - Recorders

Is this the part where we should go

As high as we flew, as old as we’ll grow

Swimming as far as the falling snow

Some days I can’t be near, nor far from home

Don’t look back;

we’re stranded in the past again

I can’t keep track, when our time runs too fast, and in vain

I’ve been a long while far from home

Not the one you live in, but the one in which you grow

Turning my fire into stone

If you want it, I’ll give it all

Don’t look back;

we’re stranded in the past again

I can’t keep track, when our time runs too fast, and in vain

It cuts my heart, like shooting stars

This violent silence has played its part

We are cutting clouds again, again

I’m torn apart, and falling down

I’m giving it all, but we fall behind

We are cutting clouds again, again, again