Head in the Clouds - Gerry Cinnamon

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»

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

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

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

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