Where the river cross crosses the lake,
Where the words Jump off my pen and into your pages,
Do you think, just like that, you can divide this-
You as yours, me as mine, to before we were us.
If the rain has to separate from itself,
Does it say "Pick out your cloud"?
Pick out your cloud.
If there is a horizontal line,
(Stay right here.)
That runs from the map off your body,
(I'm gonna stay with you.)
Straight through the land shooting up,
(Stay right here.)
Right through my heart.
Will this horizontal line,
(I'm gonna stay with you.)
When asked, know how to find,
(I'm gonna stay right here.)
Where you end, where I begin...
"Pick out your cloud."
How light can play and form a ring...
(I found, I found, I found a thrill.)
Of rain that can change bows into arrows.
(I found, I found, I found a thrill.)
Who we were, isn't lost, before we were us.
Indigo in his own blue always knew this.
If the rain has to separate,
From itself, does it say, "Pick out your cloud"?
Pick out your cloud.
If there is a horizontal line,
(Stay right here.)
That runs from the map off your body,
(I'm gonna stay with you.)
Straight through the land shooting up,
(Stay right here.)
Right through my heart.
Will this horizontal line,
(I'm gonna stay with you.)
When asked, know how to find,
(I'm gonna stay right here.)
Where you end, where I begin...
If the rain has to separate,
From itself, does it say, "Pick out your cloud..."?