Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Between your glasses and your face
Is a space for a paper airplane flying
And there's no sense in lying
Because you knew it
And found out that I was the one that blew it
(over to you)