Your Cloud - Live In Buffalo 10/24/07

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
 Voice 1:
 I'm going to stay right here
 I'm going to stay with this
 I'm going to stay right here
 I'm going to stay with this
 I'm going to stay right here
 Voice 2:
 If there is a horizontal line
 That runs from the map off your body
 Straight through the land
 Shooting up right through my heart
 Will this horizontal line
 When asked know how to find
 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
 Voice 1:
 I'm going to stay right here
 I'm going to stay with this
 I'm going to stay right here
 I'm going to stay with this
 I'm going to stay right here
 Voice 2:
 If there is a horizontal line
 That runs from the map off your body
 Straight through the land
 Shooting up right through my heart
 Will this horizontal line
 When asked know how to find
 Where you end, where I begin
 "Pick out your cloud"
 If the rain has to separate from itself
 Does it say, "Pick out your cloud"?