I see my cloud drift slowly by
I want to kill, to maim, to destroy
and yet to love, to amuse, to enjoy.
But when the turbulence calms, there's nothing.
Nothing but fog with no sense, no meaning.

I see my cloud drift slowly by
and realise we are going to die.
Hard to believe, your final sigh.
The cry from the heart says there's no end to this.
But we are now far too clever to deal with it…