All shall fade Home is behind The world ahead And there are many paths to tread Through shadow To the edge of night Until the stars are all alight Mist and shadow Cloud and shape

Sweet Memory Talking bout a sweet memory It goes round and round in my head Pretty soon I'll want the real thing instead But for now I got this sweet memory Sunny day Sunny day Not a cloud crosses the sky Not a tear comes to my eye On this sunny day

Let's not make it complicated We can keep it simple, baby Labels are so overrated Rules are meant for breaking, baby Why don't we just go get naked? Don't worry now, look what we found We don't have to go all-in Head in the clouds, both looking down

Well, as a child I mostly spoke inside my head I had conversations with the clouds, the dogs, the dead And they thought my broken, that my tongue was coated lead But I just couldn't make my words make sense to them If you only listen with your ears I

I'll just be the outcast I guess I'll be the outcast I'm high off the music, my head's in the clouds I kinda like it up here, I am not comin' down I'd rather be alone, I am not good in crowds Which is kinda confusin', I've not been that way since I was a

You're never gonna learn there's no such place as Neverland You don't understand You'll never grow up You're never gonna be a man You're just a lost boy, with your head up in the clouds You're just a lost boy, never keep your feet on the ground You're

The clouds prepare for battle In the dark and brooding silence Bruised and sullen storm clouds Have the light of day obscured Looming low and ominous In twilight premature Thunderheads are rumbling In a distant overture All at once,

To bury the castle, bury the castle Ba da ba ba da ba ba da And we'll dig a deep hole Go get your shovel Ba da ba ba da ba ba Keep your feet on the ground When your head's in the clouds Well go get your shovel We'll dig a deep hole

Down they come, the swarm of locusts Skies above converge to choke us Feast of souls consume the harvest Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds Louder the tattered wings they sound Young and old, suffer unto the locust Descending down Sweet caress grazes

Just pass the just cigarette And take these brain cells out my head 'Cause this smoke cloud's giving me shelter And I feel much better And demons wave the white flag for me Still my bones keep pleading to walk out From all of this fall out So I don't