Man shaped father

Weather and thought are aloud
Above the cloud shaped clouds
And if I could feel, that would be the feeling
Under the sky shaped ceiling

And if I could feel, warm would be the feeling
Under the sky shaped ceiling
Made of glass
Burning the house shaped grass

I wish I could stand above the cloud shaped clouds
Where weather and thought are aloud
And if I could feel, desire would be the feeling
Under the sky shaped ceiling

And If I could feel, freedom would be the feeling
Breaking through the sky shaped ceiling
Like a man shaped rocket
With two Russian dolls in my pocket

And if the earth could feel, pity would be the feeling
Under the sky shaped ceiling
And so the earth bowed
I could finally stand above the cloud shaped clouds

I could finally take the dolls from my pocket
Giving them life from my heart shaped locket
Taking one from inside the other
Making them a child and a mother

And if I could feel, love would be the feeling
Above the sky shaped ceiling
Above the cloud shaped clouds
Where wheather and thought are aloud.

Diogo Baião