You've been caught off your guard, so now you breathe a little faster
All the beauty in decay, at long last is on display
Your head in the clouds, you heart on your sleeve
A black soul that sings like your private jinx
The bitter taste you'll leave behind, will always be your only crime
And now you're close enough to be within reach,
So you'll hang on to this like a leach
With your head in the clouds, your heart on your sleeve
And a black soul that sings like your private jinx
So you're convinced yourself, And the devil as well
You don't need any time to dwell
'Cause ever day's another scar on you
With your head in the clouds, your heart on your sleeve
And a black soul that sings like your private jinx
