A dark cloud weighs over his tired mind
And follows him all around
Through thick and thin, draining those who cannot swim
Love left him longing for another life
Where his hidden treasures would be found
But no one speaks the language on the map that leads to 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

This dark cloud leaves his young but tired mind
And leaves his body to be found by passerbys
His bones broken on the ground
The weight loss and the beating of his heart