This cloud is the place were we belong, Since we found out the land is just a floor, Face it you are missing all the blood, We took off from a minefield to sleep in a steel soap box. I was the pilot and you were on trip, You forgot to tell me you don't believe in me, Nearness ain't a feature of altitude It's gonna come to an end on time for this great "U" turn. Lookin' for and angel Lookin' for an angel's light.