Cutting Clouds

Is this the part where we should go
As high as we flew, as old as we’ll grow
Swimming as far as the falling snow
Some days I can’t be near, nor far from home
Don’t look back; we’re stranded in the past again
I can’t keep track, when our time runs too fast, and in vain
I’ve been a long while far from home
Not the one you live in, but the one in which you grow
Turning my fire into stone
If you want it, I’ll give it all
Don’t look back; we’re stranded in the past again
I can’t keep track, when our time runs too fast, and in vain
It cuts my heart, like shooting stars
This violent silence has played its part
We are cutting clouds again, again
I’m torn apart, and falling down
I’m giving it all, but we fall behind
We are cutting clouds again, again, again