Touching stroking arranging all memories you find
Lady made of clouds floating through my mind.
Not quite yet there, hovering on the edge of reality,
So almost real she makes me doubt my very sanity
So that as I fade under this influence of my next drink
She seems to become so more solid. I almost think,
Needing my slow oblivion for her to be;
My captivity in drink setting her free.
She seems to promise so much.
Urges me with feathery touch
To take the next glass then one more one more
Take them all, take two, take three, take four.
Take what it needs to erase the gray,
Slide into sleep this long ending day,
All my worries gliding crazily away.
Lady of clouds and me there at play.
Lady of clouds will ease you through life
Lady of clouds will conquer your strife
Lady of clouds all dressed up in glass
Lady of clouds helps your life hazily pass.
Let the lady of clouds control your head
For longer and longer, until you are dead.
Lady made of clouds floating through my mind
Touching stroking arranging all memories you find.