Žodžiai dainai: The New Monarchs. Head In The Clouds.

Pray for the masses
The crowds have gone
They're been sitting in their wooden chairs
Far too long

You can take as many
As you'd like
But you'll still feel it in the morning

Don't you know that you
Are so perfect in his eyes
Bittersweet tendencies
Will wash out with water

You can take as many
As you'd like
But you'll still feel it in the morning
And I'll still be hungover

With my head in the clouds
You can take as many
As you'd like
With your head in the clouds