The Cloud Line

Cool rain. London sky.
No more limits. Flying high.
I see the track. Direct and clear.
No more doubts. No more fear.

In this space. I find the way.
Leaving early. Starting the day.
No more pressure. No more wall.
Watch the shadow. Start to fall.

Cold wind. Open street.
Pure energy. In this beat.
The path is wide. The line is fine.
This global road. Is truly mine.

In this space. I find the way.
Leaving early. Starting the day.
No more pressure. No more wall.
Watch the shadow. Start to fall.

New world. Strong base.
Building up. My own space.
Strong spirit. High wind.
This is where. I begin.

In this space. I find the way.
Leaving early. Starting the day.
No more pressure. No more wall.
Watch the shadow. Start to fall.