Pink Clouds

You're like a warm glass
With cold pepsi
The intervals between a live band's songs
In a newly discovered bar
The synchronised in-take of breath
After a sunday roast
The slow out-take of air
As you rest on the pillow

That's all I wanted so

Leave me alone
Let me wonder on my own
You keep taking me back to the start
I'm tired and I want it all stop (Shh, Sleep)

You're like the tickle of the sun's heat
On my back
The tapping of a robbin's beak
On an old retiredd shack
Pink clouds in the distance
When the sun goes down
The crisp surface of a California road
In the summer

Thats all i want to know

Leave me alone
Let me wonder on my own
You keep taking me back to the start
I'm tired and I want it all to stop

But it feels too right to let go
If the California roads and the pink clouds go
And the robbin flew away cuz the sun couldn't stay
If the pillow wasnt there or the intake of air
And the band had just played their last dance
If the Pepsi was warm and still
Then it'd feel like the time to let go

So leave me alone
Let me wonder on my own
You keep taking me back to the start
Im tired and I want it all to stop
(Shh, Sleep)