A dark cloud weighs over his tired mind It follows him all around through thick and thin Draining those who cannot swim Love left him longing for another life Where his hidden treasures will be found But no one speaks the language on the map that leads to his heart Oh, his heart... With eyes shut he leans over the tower side For a chance to leave his sorry life that flashes by As his body hits the ground His last thought, and the beating of his heart Glory, the angels sing Finally he feels nothing And may his soul be praised, hallelujah Glory, the angels sing Finally he feels nothing And may his soul be praised, hallelujah Oh, his heart... The storm cloud leaves his young but tired mind And leaves his body to be found by passer-bys His bones broken on the ground The weight loss and relief of his heart