A dark cloud weighs over his tired mind
It follows him all around through thick and thin
Draining those who cannot swim


Love left him longing for another life
Where his hidden treasures will be found

But no one speaks the language on the map that leads to his heart

Oh, 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


Glory, the angels sing
Finally he feels nothing

And may his soul be praised, hallelujah

Oh, his heart...


The storm cloud leaves his young but tired mind
And leaves his body to be found by passer-bys

His bones broken on the ground
The weight loss and relief of his heart