Fidyca't
Climbing Clouds ( 1991 )
I bring flowers to your door,
I write words I steal from deep inside my heart
yet confused and insecure
spend my days believing that the play must surely start
The lights dim, the stage is set
You watch me falling, hear me calling
you raise your hand and touch my tears
imperfect timing & someone's miming
I think I'm climbin' clouds again
Close to home but close to tears
turn the key and step into my empty dream
turn the pages of my life
close my eyes but I still hear my silent scream
and it hurts me to wear these scars
You watch me falling....