Cloud Shelf (Variation)

The sky is wrong in every direction Horizon line dissolving into weight A continent of weather moving closer The air has turned the colour of a bruise The pressure drops Your body knows before your eyes Something coming that you can't outrun Something wider than the ground you're on Don't look away, don't look away You were always meant to stand in this The trees have turned their silver undersides The birds went quiet half an hour ago The first cold gust arrives like a messenger Saying everything is about to change The pressure drops Your skin already knows the weight Something coming that you can't outrun Something wider than the ground you're on Don't look away, don't look away You were always meant to stand in this When the wall arrives You won't know where you end And where the weather begins That's the point That's the point