Lyrics Gerry Cinnamon

Gerry Cinnamon

Head in the Clouds

Head in the clouds

Or under the weather

More late nights

Of the same old shite

Than you care to remember

Rough as a stone

Or light as a feather

You're on top o' the world

With a smile lookin' down

Or inside with the lava

They tell you nothin' is free

Only thing guaranteed

Is a load o' palaver

Head in the clouds

Or under the weather

Havin' your fun

With two weeks in the sun

And the rest is December

But something's appearin'

It's blurrin' your vision

And it's cuttin' a shape

Like a hot razor blade

With a deadly precision

Now you're caught in a game

You don't know how to play

But you win by decision

The Bonny is burnin'

The craziest feelin'

Down in your guts

Where you hide all the things

You don't want to be hearin'

The feelin' is buildin'

You try not to fight it

So you try to be cool

But then act like a fool

You don't know how to hide it

'Cause it feels like a dream

That you're through on goal

In the final and skied it

The answer is starin'

Though you're no very clever

You're still stupid enough to know

That you can't run forever

On your mind every day

'Cause the pain goes away

Anytime you're together

Take a trip to the jungle

Become a magician

Find an army of wise

Old shaman and hope

That they cure your condition

No more satellite navigation

To read your position

I don't know

If you're really in love

But I have my suspicions