Song | Head In A Cloud |
Artist | Craig's Brother |
Album | Lost At Sea |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Maybe your view of quality is more than you can be | |
You bear your ideology so stoically | |
That all that you can see, is inferiority | |
Here I am, my head in a cloud | |
Can抰 you see my feet dangling, down there on the ground? | |
I guess I抦 fool, cause | |
I thought | |
I could recognize | |
The people who cared for me, | |
I thought | |
I could draw the line | |
That surrounded my friends | |
Oh I, I抦 not going to give up | |
And I don't mind the quitters, so much as the thieves | |
It抯 tolerable company, given the means | |
I won't waste my time crying | |
If I抦 the last to understand | |
The difference between us, be it preference or circumstance | |
I抦 losing the faith that youth hold in longevity | |
I guess that抯 the price for bartering naivety | |
Preferring the comfort that the skeptic takes in disbelief | |
I抦 not going to give up |
Maybe your view of quality is more than you can be | |
You bear your ideology so stoically | |
That all that you can see, is inferiority | |
Here I am, my head in a cloud | |
Can yang you see my feet dangling, down there on the ground? | |
I guess I bing fool, cause | |
I thought | |
I could recognize | |
The people who cared for me, | |
I thought | |
I could draw the line | |
That surrounded my friends | |
Oh I, I bing not going to give up | |
And I don' t mind the quitters, so much as the thieves | |
It zha tolerable company, given the means | |
I won' t waste my time crying | |
If I bing the last to understand | |
The difference between us, be it preference or circumstance | |
I bing losing the faith that youth hold in longevity | |
I guess that zha the price for bartering naivety | |
Preferring the comfort that the skeptic takes in disbelief | |
I bing not going to give up |
Maybe your view of quality is more than you can be | |
You bear your ideology so stoically | |
That all that you can see, is inferiority | |
Here I am, my head in a cloud | |
Can yāng you see my feet dangling, down there on the ground? | |
I guess I bǐng fool, cause | |
I thought | |
I could recognize | |
The people who cared for me, | |
I thought | |
I could draw the line | |
That surrounded my friends | |
Oh I, I bǐng not going to give up | |
And I don' t mind the quitters, so much as the thieves | |
It zhā tolerable company, given the means | |
I won' t waste my time crying | |
If I bǐng the last to understand | |
The difference between us, be it preference or circumstance | |
I bǐng losing the faith that youth hold in longevity | |
I guess that zhā the price for bartering naivety | |
Preferring the comfort that the skeptic takes in disbelief | |
I bǐng not going to give up |