

A mist is settling low
Just above the field
Heavy
and breathing slow
Everything is stilled
Oh,
the cloud is touching the ground
(ahhh-ahhh) No sound,
we are drifting away
So close I can touch the white
Hovering right at my door
Shading the morning light
Floating across the floor
Oh,
the cloud is touching the ground
(ahhh-ahhh) No sound,
we are drifting away (oooh-oooh)