Gerry Cinnamon – Head in the Clouds

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[Verse 1]
Head in the clouds or under the weather
More late nights of the same old shite than 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»

[Verse 2]
Head in the clouds or under the weather
Having your fun with two weeks in the sun and the rest is December
But somethings appearing, it’s blurring your vision
And it’s cutting a shape like a hot razor blade with a deadly precision
Now you’re caught in a game, you don’t know how to play but you win by decision

[Verse 3]
The bonny is burning, the craziest feeling
Down in your guards where you hide all the things you don’t want to be hearing
Your feeling is burning, you try not to fight it
So you try to be cool but then act like a fool, you don’t know how to hide it
‘Cause it feels like dream that you’re through on goal in the final and skied it

[Verse 4]
The answer is staring, 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

[Verse 5]
Take a trip to the jungle, become a magician
Find an army of wise old shaman and hope that they cure your condition
No more satellite navigation to read your position
I don’t know if you’re really in love but I have my suspicions