Half-handed Cloud

Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation

Half-handed Cloud


The ocean's aren't filled-up with wine 
For all we have is water 
Who will bring about this wedding for the groom and daughter? 
That's not a halo 
It's a lasso since you tell the truth 
Gather in a see through glass the morning dew 

Then rise to the heavens on evaporation To the waters inching up my neck 
Sinking with no foothold since this beam is not a speck
Want to see what cones and rods cannot make out?
Please reach down your pail to here and bail me out 

Flying a machine that can't be seen because it's cloaked 
Begins to lose altitude 
The feathers have been soaked 
With the water of a life made from deadweight 
Show your sun behind the clouds 
Evaporate