(Sailing on my) Morning Cloud.

Well meet me at the top of the stairs, don't you feel so proud.
You've got the kind of loving I need to get both my feet off the
ground.
Floating away on a cushion of air, far above the crowds,
Sailing on my morning cloud,
Sailing on my morning cloud.

Now we didn't have to say very much just riding with the tide,
You don't need conversation when you've got nowhere to hide,
Wandering in each other's maze, going round and round,
Sailing on my morning cloud,
Sailing on my morning cloud.

Now the cinders of the evening now grow pale in the morning
skies,
I feel you gently breathing as I wipe the tears from my eyes,
I might wake up in an hour or two safe within my shroud,
Sailing on my morning cloud,
Sailing on my morning cloud.

Though we're surrounded, never join in their games,
Never be grounded till we're shot down in flames!

So meet me at the top of the stairs, don't you feel so proud.
You've got the kind of loving I need to get both my feet off the
ground.
Floating away on a cushion of air, far above the crowds,
Sailing on my morning cloud,
Sailing on my morning cloud.
Sailing on my morning cloud.