Between the Rocks and the Clouds Songtext

(coming soon...)

The clouds loom, like sieves in a cupboard,
and close in like ovens, hot and too tight.
And we cook longer, unexpectedly,
sizzling, save me, save me!
Ooh, the rocks pound by the shelter found,
and air, wrong, has drowned our lungs;
do we reserve the words on tongue?
But we speak louder, unabashedly,