Come on down

Can you hear the clouds they're pulsing with a sound of silence. Listen to the rain when it hits your window pane with violence. When you hear the thunder it seems to come from under the fire. Then you see the sunset it really makes you mind go higher. When you taste the wind and take its power in your crying. Through the prickly white smoke you see a sickly white goat dying. And we're flying with the sounds so high above the ground can't you see what we have found. Walking with the birds swinging in the words singing as we turn.