A dark cloud weighs over his tired mind It follows him all around through thick and thin Draining those who cannot swim
Love left him longing for another life Where his hidden treasures will be found But no one speaks the language on the map that leads to his heart
Oh, his heart...
With eyes shut he leans over the tower side For a chance to leave his sorry life that flashes by As his body hits the ground His last thought, and the beating of his heart
Glory, the angels sing Finally he feels nothing And may his soul be praised, hallelujah
Glory, the angels sing Finally he feels nothing And may his soul be praised, hallelujah
Oh, his heart...
The storm cloud leaves his young but tired mind And leaves his body to be found by passer-bys His bones broken on the ground The weight loss and relief of his heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
