Dave Taylor - (Sailing on my) Morning Cloud Lyrics

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