| Song | Head In A Cloud |
| Artist | Craig's Brother |
| Album | Lost At Sea |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Maybe your view of quality is more than you can be | |
| You bear your ideology so stoically | |
| That all that you can see, is inferiority | |
| Here I am, my head in a cloud | |
| Can抰 you see my feet dangling, down there on the ground? | |
| I guess I抦 fool, cause | |
| I thought | |
| I could recognize | |
| The people who cared for me, | |
| I thought | |
| I could draw the line | |
| That surrounded my friends | |
| Oh I, I抦 not going to give up | |
| And I don't mind the quitters, so much as the thieves | |
| It抯 tolerable company, given the means | |
| I won't waste my time crying | |
| If I抦 the last to understand | |
| The difference between us, be it preference or circumstance | |
| I抦 losing the faith that youth hold in longevity | |
| I guess that抯 the price for bartering naivety | |
| Preferring the comfort that the skeptic takes in disbelief | |
| I抦 not going to give up |
| Maybe your view of quality is more than you can be | |
| You bear your ideology so stoically | |
| That all that you can see, is inferiority | |
| Here I am, my head in a cloud | |
| Can yang you see my feet dangling, down there on the ground? | |
| I guess I bing fool, cause | |
| I thought | |
| I could recognize | |
| The people who cared for me, | |
| I thought | |
| I could draw the line | |
| That surrounded my friends | |
| Oh I, I bing not going to give up | |
| And I don' t mind the quitters, so much as the thieves | |
| It zha tolerable company, given the means | |
| I won' t waste my time crying | |
| If I bing the last to understand | |
| The difference between us, be it preference or circumstance | |
| I bing losing the faith that youth hold in longevity | |
| I guess that zha the price for bartering naivety | |
| Preferring the comfort that the skeptic takes in disbelief | |
| I bing not going to give up |
| Maybe your view of quality is more than you can be | |
| You bear your ideology so stoically | |
| That all that you can see, is inferiority | |
| Here I am, my head in a cloud | |
| Can yāng you see my feet dangling, down there on the ground? | |
| I guess I bǐng fool, cause | |
| I thought | |
| I could recognize | |
| The people who cared for me, | |
| I thought | |
| I could draw the line | |
| That surrounded my friends | |
| Oh I, I bǐng not going to give up | |
| And I don' t mind the quitters, so much as the thieves | |
| It zhā tolerable company, given the means | |
| I won' t waste my time crying | |
| If I bǐng the last to understand | |
| The difference between us, be it preference or circumstance | |
| I bǐng losing the faith that youth hold in longevity | |
| I guess that zhā the price for bartering naivety | |
| Preferring the comfort that the skeptic takes in disbelief | |
| I bǐng not going to give up |