Cloud Cult

Cloud Cult - Journey of the Featherless lyrics

rate me

got myself a mission

i'm going to find heaven

i made crepe paper wings

i think they'll carry me well

i left you a love poem

the best i have written

my favorite words

were the ones i couldn't spell

they say that i'm a lunatic

they say that i am full of it

i say that it's worth dreaming

just for the dream of it

it's all about passion

it's all about perception

don't call me on my cell phone

cause there ain't no reception

when i'm gone

when i'm gone

i think i'm growing feathers

but i'm not quite sure of it

because i started getting dizzy

about a hundred feet up

i made friends with the clouds

i made friends with the birds

if you ask a goose a question

he never shuts up

honestly i miss you

and i hope that you're missing me

cause i could use your lips on me

and a little of drammamine

for the moment i can see

way better than i've ever seen

don't sell my stuff on ebay

because i might be back

before i'm gone

before i'm gone

i'm not the kind of man

who's into looking downwards

i drank my share of pity

from the bartenders cup

so many people

wondering whats the right direction

as far as i'm concerned

there's only one way up

and my fingers they are blisters

and my eyes they are bullet holes

my heart is still beating

guess i'm pretty lucky

pretty lucky

pretty lucky

pretty lucky

(when i'm gone)

pretty lucky

(when i'm gone)

pretty lucky

(when i'm gone)

pretty lucky

(when i'm gone)

pretty lucky

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