[Verse 1]
The more you win, the more I fail
The taste of blood is in the rain
Sullen sky is turning red
And old carousel is wet

[Chorus]
Angels are cutting up my heart
Somewhere above the clouds

[Verse 2]
The more I live, the more I feel
The smell of incense in the air
Sullen sky is turning red
And your hair is wet

[Chorus]
Angels are cutting up my heart
Somewhere above the clouds
On a long flight to the core
To the shore of the soul
To the new life
To discover more
Above the clouds