Above The Clouds

(álbum: Paul Weller - 1992)

Autumn blew its leaves at me,
Threatening winter as I walked.
Summer always goes so quick, Barely stopping like my thoughts.
Which dip and spin and change so fast
I have to wonder Will I last.

Through the windows of the train,
I caught reflections of a paper cup,
Hanging small in a pale blue sky,
Never knowing which way's up.

Above the clouds, what's to be found,
I have to wonder Will I be around.
As my anger shouts At my own self doubt,
So a madness creeps Into my dreams
When you're scared of living But afraid to die
I get scared of giving And I must find the faith to beat it

I must be me that's rushing by,
Time just lingers on the wind.
Bristling through my open fears,
I wonder what it's going to bring.

Above the clouds, what's to be found,
I have to wonder Will I be around
Run and hide, run and hide
I catch the sail at evening's tide.