Clouds

There's a stone painting Behind our house We could study it for hours Walk back inside Take off our clothes and decide Who we really are Who we really are And the ice forms beneath the clouds In the quiet still Of a long winter In the quiet still of a long winter It rises out of the clouds Shaking, shaking, shaking into the sun Into the sun I'm all screwed up but I have your love I'm all screwed up but I have your love I'm all screwed up but I have your love I'm all screwed up but I have your love I'm all screwed up but I have your love I'm all screwed up but I have your love