Cloud 9 We are so blind (sublime), again In turns we break the bread You whisper to me but you can't make a sound because Now I messiah you You've traded your throat for your words Feeling my body Bleeding my wounds You are so kind Breaking my body Let's redefine What's yours, what's mine I yearn to make a bond A union of trust where we see through each other's eyes Where I inspire you to take away All that is mine Feeling my body Bleeding my wounds You are so kind Breaking my body Feeling my body Bleeding my wounds You are so kind Breaking my body Body