My head hits the cloud It's soft but somehow I am down The sound filters in Words mean nothing no more sentences I want to know How the logic goes I want to touch The sun with all I got The waves rollin in How I'd like to know where it has been My voice is so loud Can't figure how to turn it down I want to know How the logic goes I want to be A part of everything If this has an end I'd stand here and I would pretend That this could be The last thing that I will ever see The smokes clearing out I'm able to discern the sound But my thoughts remain Happy to have the memory