Clouds from Make - Believe by The Deacon Raleigh St. James Band

Oh the clouds burned so bright, on the way.
We could imagine our dreams, well coming true up there, sometime
Coming true up there, sometime.

So we sat in the cool shade, of the ruins,
Let the sound of single-prop planes remind us of the sun,
They reminded us, of the sun.
(Repeat this verse)

So we carried our joy home,
Returned to our rhustling worship under domes of dreaming lids
Under domes of dreaming lids.

So we carried, our joy, home.
We carried, our joy, home.
(repeat)

And so you’ve got to learn to live with the hunger, not the cure.
(repeat line)
Oh the grass it grows, but it sleeps in Winter, on the year’s other shore
On the year’s other shore.

• Pop Punk
• Rock
• Seattle WA
• alt rock
• cellos
• fingerstyle
• harmonies
• indie rock
• post-punk
• Seattle