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
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 of rain
That can change bows into arrows
(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