Your Cloud

Where the river cross crosses the lake
Where the words jump off my pen
And into your pages
Do you think just like that
You can divide this?
You as yours
Me as mine
To before we were "us"

If the rain has to separate from itself
Does it say "pick out your cloud"?
"Pick out your cloud"

If there is a horizontal line
That runs from the map off your body
Straight through the land
Shooting up right through my heart
Will this horizontal line
When asked know how to find
Where you end?
Where I begin?

"Pick out your cloud"

How light can play and form a ring of rain (I found a thrill)
That can change bows into arrows (I found a thrill)
Who we were isn't lost
Before we were "us"
Indigo is his own blue
Always knew this

If the rain has to separate from itself
Does it say "pick out your cloud"?
"Pick out your cloud"

If there is a horizontal line
That runs from the map off your body
Straight through the land
Shooting up right through my heart
Will this horizontal line
When asked know how to find
Where you end?
Where I begin?

If the rain has to separate from itself
Does it say "pick out your cloud"?