The ice crystals melt away
The warm sky starts to cry
What irony
You are my crystal of ice
But when you walk away, I freeze
And cry
It's like the fresh water
That fades the red dye
From your scarf around my neck
If I put my hand inside your cloud
Will it get wet? Or will I freeze?
I was left behind
To try to understand
The microphysics of clouds
How tragic
To deal with your changes of state
Ah, your physical and your matter
It's like the fresh water
That fades the red dye
From your scarf around my neck
If I put my hand inside your cloud
Will it get wet? Or will I freeze?
I am trapped inside your cycle
At the same time liquid and material
If I put my hand inside your cloud
Will it get wet? Or will I freeze?
If I put my hand inside your cloud
Will it get wet? Or will I freeze?