on the clouds so pretty yeah i know sometimes you just have to cry above a neon city a sunless day and a birdless sky i wanna spend the night in your butter room wake up laughing in the afternoon and all those pictures on the wall they don t have to fall but they do sometimes they just do we both see the same moon on the phone again will it be the last time we ll be rainbow chasing and i guess that s fine i used to be a lazy lover by design i used to spend the night in your butter room wake up laughing in the afternoon and all those pictures on the wall they don t have to fall but they do yeah sometimes they just do leaving it up to you leaving it up to you leaving it up to you leaving it up to you i feel like the off white step child singin the blues rhythm for the first time seeing the ghost of the light and wondering where are you where are you la la la la la la la