Head In The Clouds - The Beths

Composed by：Elizabeth Stokes/Jonathan Pearce/Benjamin Sinclair/Tristan Deck

I could be on my knees

Giving it my best defence

Praying for it not to end

If it went differently

We could be the finest friends

Faithful in the realest sense

But there's no soft white light

No one listening to me at night

Is this goodbye

I'm stuck waiting for a sign

At the scene of the crime

It's a pain in the heart

Clean the blood from your shirt

Yeah your head's in the clouds

But your soul's in the dirt

So you try to see god

But he isn't at work

Will you come down

Come down come down to earth

Suddenly I can see

Oh the way it's always been

Vicious with a rosy tint

Is it a wasted dream

If I could maybe climb that hill

It would take a miracle

But there's no soft white light

No one listening to me at night

Call it goodbye

I'm stuck waiting for a sign

At the scene of the crime

It's a pain in the heart

Clean the blood from your shirt

Yeah your head's in the clouds

But your soul's in the dirt

So you try to see god

But he isn't at work

Will you come down

Come down come down to earth

Come down to earth

It's a pain in the heart

Leaves a scar every time

You can scream at the void

But it never replies

I just want to know

What is sticking round worth

What a comedown comedown comedown

It's a pain in the heart

Clean the blood from your shirt

Yeah your head's in the clouds

But your soul's in the dirt

So you try to see god

But he isn't at work

Will you come down

Come down come down to earth