I'm lost in the wind,
Caught up in the warm breeze.
The draft's pull us aside,
then they unite us.
Flowing over and out,
Catching the debris.
Yea and save it for later,
assuming its free.
Some day it'll all make sense.
The arrow is pointing to you.
The calm cloud by the moon is new.
I hope you will see it soon too,
The arrow is pointing to you.
I hope you will see it soon too.
Yea the arrow is pointing to you, to you.
Yea the arrow is pointing to you, to you.
Is pointing to you, to you.
I'm found floating at sea,
Drifting peacefully.
The smoke rushes in then out,
Now I see differently.
The sun it hurts my eyes,
The light it fills the sky's.
I lay and feel the warmth,
Yea assuming I'm free.
Some day it'll all make sense.
The arrow is pointing to you.
The calm cloud by the moon is new.
I hope you will see it soon too,
The arrow is pointing to you.
I hope you will see it soon too.
Yea the arrow is pointing to you, to you.
Yea the arrow is pointing to you.
Is pointing to you.
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