I travel by air, in the window seat
On my way to a open place
I'm going far, far away to meet
An old friend face to face
An enticing cotton-wool ocean beneath
Invites me to dive into it
But I'm aware that underneath
A grey chagrin waits to hit
White, soft, shining, true
You know, this is reality too
This is the meaning of love
I look at the clouds from above
A glimpse of white horses on heavy sea
As the plane starts to land
A solemn grasp of what's expecting me
Prepared to declare my hand
I always ran from the overcast, sorry plight
And then gradually lost what I was fond of
Now I sense the friction essential for light
'Cause I've looked at the clouds from above
White, soft, shining, true
You know, this is reality too
This is the meaning of love
I look at the clouds from above
Please forgive my long and winding voyage
To a place so close to the heart
Dear friend, I will not avoid the challenge
I only need a fresh start
White, soft, shining, true
You know, this is reality too
This is the meaning of love
I look at the clouds from above
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