Love,
Is sleeping in the clouds,
Dreaming away doubt,
Over there,
And under here,
Inside out and upside down.

And she soars,
Weightless with her wings,
On a ocean made of air,
Whished she knew why,
They call her down,
She doesn't want to go down there.

Love will never want to land,
Never ever plant her feet,
In the sky she'll twirl forever,
In the sky where her heart beats.

And I can see her form the mountain,
Spinning shapes into the clouds,
I see her laugh and weep in silence,
I hear her sing without a sound.

As for me,
I stretch my tired hands,
Groping for the perfect plan,
Climbed many peaks,
Swam many seas,
All in hopes to understand.

This Love,
Just beyond my reach,
I can barely hear her preach,
About the pain,
About the passion,
About the love that she can teach.

But, Love will never want to land,
Never ever plant her feet,
In the sky she'll twirl forever,
In the sky where her heart beats.

I still can see her form the mountain,
Spinning shapes into the clouds,
I see her laugh and weep in silence,
I hear her sing without a sound.