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
Angels are cutting up my heart
Somewhere above the clouds
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
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
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.