US /ɪn ðə ˈklaʊdz/
・UK /in ðə ˈklaudz/
The ancient tower of a church, whose gruff old bell was always peeping slyly down at Scrooge out of a Gothic window in the wall, became invisible and struck the hours and quarters in the clouds with tremulous vibrations afterwards as if its teeth were chattering in its frozen head up there.
became invisible, and struck the hours and quarters in the clouds, with tremulous vibrations
High in the sky… Up, up in the clouds… It's nighting time.
High in the sky, up, up in the clouds, it's nighting time.
But I won't deny that in the midst of the crowds and the shapes in the clouds I don't see nobody but you.
In the midst of the crowds and the shapes in the clouds, I don't see nobody but you.
I chose to just do an Australian accent with a bit of an English twang to it because they speak English in the clouds too.
Cause you know, they speak English in the clouds.
They say the holy water's watered down And this town's lost its faith Our colors will fade eventually So if our time is running out Day after day We'll make the Monday not masterpiece Oh my, my Oh my, my love I take one look at you You're taking me out of the ordinary I want you laying me down To a dead and buried On the edge of your knife Staying drunk on your vine The angels up in the clouds Are jealous knowing we found Something so out of the ordinary You got me kissing the ground Of your sanctuary Shadow me with your touch Oh Lord, turn me to dust The angels up in the clouds Are jealous knowing we found Hopeless hallelujah On this side of heaven's gate Oh my life, how do you Breathe and take my breath away At your altar I will pray You're the sculptor on the clay Oh my, my You're taking me out of the ordinary I want you laying me down To a dead and buried On the edge of your knife Staying drunk on your vine The angels up in the clouds Are jealous knowing we found Something so out of the ordinary You got me kissing the ground Of your sanctuary Shadow me with your touch Oh Lord, turn me to dust The angels up in the clouds Are jealous knowing we found Something so heavenly Higher than ecstasy Whenever you're next to me Oh my, my What was it black and white Until I saw your light I thought you had to die to find Something so out of the ordinary I want you laying me down To a dead and buried On the edge of your knife Staying drunk on your vine The angels up in the clouds Are jealous knowing we found Something so out of the ordinary You got me kissing the ground Of your sanctuary Shadow me with your touch Oh Lord, turn me to dust The angels up in the clouds Are jealous knowing we found Thanks for watching!
The angels up in the clouds are jealous, knowing we found something so out of the ordinary.
I've got my head in the clouds.
I've got my head in the clouds.
The ancient tower of a church, whose gruff old bell was always peeping slyly down at Scrooge out of a Gothic window in the wall, became invisible and struck the hours and quarters in the clouds, with tremulous vibrations afterwards, as if its teeth were chattering in its frozen head up there.
quarters in the clouds, with tremulous vibrations afterwards, as if its
We're in the clouds.
But it's in the clouds.
We are literally in the clouds. Summiting the mountain is suppose to get travelers immortality
We are literally in the clouds.
The powers that be at DC Comics saw the result, and soon, the man of steel was regularly soaring in the clouds and beyond to save the world.
and soon, the Man of Steel was regularly soaring in the clouds and beyond to save the world.