Up above the bright blue sky
lies a place no space no time
here there is no whims or woe
just decisions lined with gold
cloud nines ten below
and exquisite is just a word
somethings we will never know
like where our dreams can go
the sky is below me the ground above
everything is vertigo in this world
I choke and cry not a word comes out
slowly die but I dont burn out
in the end it was it all in my head
such glorious things with a hint of dread
cloud nine was ten below
the sky was mine and that I know
but in the end it all makes sense
it complements your elegance...
