Hey you
big star
Tell me
when it's over
Cloud
Hey you
big mood
Guide me
to shelter
'Cause I'm through
when the two
hits the six
And it's summer
Cloud
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it aside
I think God
is moving
its tongue
There's no crowd
in the street
and no sun
In my own summer
The shade
is a tool
a device
a savior See I try
and look up
to the sky
but my eyes burn
Cloud
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it Shove it
Shove Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shvove it
Shove it aside
I think God's moving
its tongue
There's no crowd
in the streets
and no sun
In my
own
summer
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it
Shove it aside