歌词
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 heart
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