The Bleachers: Clouds


clouds clot out over the ocean force a bad wind into emotions

intellectualized things can stay appropriate sized and kept on display

clouds roll over landscapes inside the ones you try to hide

mouths fold up over the motions place a sad light into devotions

sticky-wintered and without life these feelings hindered they cut like a bite

clouds roll over soundscapes inside the ones you try to hide

a stubborn mouth is slit shut

hands over ears and i can't hear

so i go

la la la la la laaa (hands over ears and i can't hear you)

mouths fold out over the oceans place a sad light into emotions

intellectualized and without life appropriate sized and surely losing sight

clouds roll over your landscapes inside the ones you try to hide

now it's over the things we mind they are leaking outside

a stubborn mouth is slit shut

hands over ears and i can't hear

so you go.. and there is nothing i can do. we're screwed: you draw away.

but even between the hurts there is no forcing

like clouds we blow along with all this stupid

la la la la la laaa (hands over ears and i can't hear you)