Little clouds Coming out Coming right out of her mouth And falling down Forming pieces on the ground They make a deep sound And they blow out ♪ Look at all the peace it brings To expunge every bit of reason within thee 'Cause we're already certain it will be Totally freeing As they find out ♪ "There is no tone No special note That begins without being told; And the teller will never know What beauty does unfold." The teller is a part of me And she tells me everything And I'll do almost anything To watch her believe and truly see She shifts into everything And leaves me wondering: "How long until I believe?"