Envisions fractal forms Collects slivers of sympathy This cryogenic soul Would sacrifice the forest for the smallest tree Secluded consciousness Miscalculated devotion Nine thousand clouds I weep For a souvenir of your slender impression of loving me ♪ Take my hand, I'm falling For what I've become Cannot revere reflections of me Take my hand, I'm falling For what I've become Cannot revere reflections of what's best for me ♪ Nine thousand clouds Can a nebula's worth exceed the preceding star? Nine thousand clouds Can it learn to treasure its shine? Take my hand, I'm falling For what I've become Cannot revere reflections of me Take my hand, I'm falling For what I've become Cannot revere reflections of what's Best For Me