Cloud Freedom [Radio-Edit]

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.

REF:
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.

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