Above the Clouds - Motorama

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