Above the Clouds

The more you win

The more I feel

Taste of blood is in the rain

Sullen sky

Is turning red

And old carousel is wet

Angels cutting up my heart

Somewhere above the clouds

The more I live

The more I feel

The smell of incense in the air

Sullen sky

Is turning red

And your hair is wet

Angels cutting up my heart

Somewhere above the clouds

On a long flight to the core

To the shore of the snow

To the new life

To discover more

Above the clouds