Cloud Freedom

Cloud Freedom

(Dennis Small / Christian Nóvé)

Blood on the wings - Of a darkness called raven
The streets are barely alive - And long to be misbehavin’

One man’s lustful sins are for others - A plastic savior worth savin’.
Bone dry are the beggar’s pockets - A heart is stone dead
Lost inside the jungle shadows - That dance throughout his head

The sidewalks don’t offer - any mercy
Curling up slowly - on his only bed.

Chorus:
Here On Cloud Freedom - You don´t have to be famous
If you want to be a hero - Just watch the universe.

The strange dog howls and barks - For a scrap of forgotten meat
One forced to lick your hands - Longs to grind and break your feet

Pride goes before a fall, and even sooner
When there’s nothing left to eat.

The night secretly swallows - Bitterness that´s still to be found
The horizons that were promised - Only a tombstone in front of a mound
The parades of the brilliant past - Fade into a dimming wind of sound.