The Clouds (AUS)
The Clouds (AUS)
The Clouds (AUS)
The Clouds (AUS)
The Clouds (AUS)
The Clouds (AUS)
The Clouds (AUS)
The Clouds (AUS)
The Clouds (AUS)
The Clouds (AUS)
The Clouds (AUS)
The Clouds (AUS)
The Clouds (AUS)
The Clouds (AUS)
The Clouds (AUS)
The Clouds (AUS)
Put my arms around her waist
My hands can hardly touch
We'll be needing much more space
I feel his tiny feet now
I'm terrified of making
A single mistake
But I'm overcome with joy
This boy's from the love we make
I've been working overtime
At practising my part
Though I'm slightly past my prime
I don't feel old and grey now
I'm holding back any doubts
I have in my mind
'Cause I'm overcome with joy
This boy's from the love we make
I can hardly wait