Where the river cross
Crosses the lake
Where the words jump off my pen and into your pages
Do you think just like that you can divide this
You as yours
Me as mine
To before we were us

If the rain has to separate from itself
Does it say pick out your cloud
Pick out your cloud

If there is a horizontal line that runs from the map off your body
Straight through the land
Shooting up right through my heart
Will this horizontal line when asked now how to find where you end
Where I begin
Pick out your cloud

How light can play and form a ring of rain that can change bows into arrows
I found a thrill
Who we were isn't lost
Before we were Us
Indigo in his own blue always knew this

If the rain has to separate from itself
Does it say pick out your cloud
Pick out your cloud

If there is a horizontal line that runs from the map off your body
Straight through the land
Shooting up right through my heart
Will this horizontal line when asked now how to find where you end
Where I begin

If the rain has to separate from itself
Does it say pick out your cloud