Bright Cloud - Nana Grizol

Bright cloud

Feels weird to be alone now

Cruising sidewalks toward the train

Trying to find thoughts to explain

The significance of a newfound solitude

Far away

Wondering what constitutes the place we stay

Is it the company we keep?

Is it the bed in which we sleep?

Is it the frameworks of our dreams?

'Cause I feel a disjuncture

Sometimes when I’m unsure

Between the things that we’re doing

And the people we were

But it seems to fall together

When I show it all to you

Gliding

Back to the East Bay and I’m sighting

Handsome boys out on the street

That I see from my window seat

That make me wish that you were here

'Cause I’d like to see

Your favorite metaphor for family

Could it be hills of golden grass?

Could it be presence in the past?

Could it be mountains made of clouds?

Yeah the ways we envision

The worlds that we want

All the things that I treasure

They go on and on

And I know it’s simplistic

But there’s comfort in change

Some things’ll be different

Some things stay the same!