Head in the clouds or under the weather
More late nights to the same old shite and you care to remember
Rough as a stone or light as a feather
You're on top of the world and you smile looking down on side with the lava
They tell you "Nothing is free, only thing guaranteed is a load of palaver"
Head in the clouds or under the weather
Having your fun with two weeks in the sun then the rest is December
But somethings appearing, it's blurring your vision
And it's cutting a shape like a hot razor blade with your deadly precision
Now you're caught in a game, you don't know how to play but you win by decision
The bonniest burning, the craziest feeling
Down in your guards where you hide all the things you don't want to be hearing
The feelin' is buildin', you try not to fight it
So you try to be cool but then act like a fool, you don't how to hide it
Cause it feels like a dream that you're through on goal
In the final and skied it
The answer is starin', though you're no very clever
You're still stupid enough to know that you can't run forever
On your mind every day, gives the pain goes away every time you're together
Take a trip to the jungle, become a magician
Find an army of wise old cheermen and hope they kill your condition
No more satellite navigation to reach your position
I don't know if your really in love but I have my suspicions
compositores: Gerard Crosbie
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