I walk towards gray clouds
You rock me to those great sounds
I gotta feel both sad and happy ashes
You need to feel how your breath is like

Each chord made me breath
Each show scribbled on my guitar

We have no more strings or rock
No more friends of sound
We have friends and new chords
We might feel happy in those white clouds

It was still time to run
away from myself and
remember that good old stuff...
just to have new songs in my guitar