Above The Clouds 歌词

The more you win, the more I fail The taste of blood is in the rain Sullen sky is turning red And old carousel is wet Angels are 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 are cutting up my heart Somewhere above the clouds On a long flight to the core To the shore of the soul To the new life To discover more Above the clouds