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