The Clouds - The Districts

Talking like your head’s in the clouds

Or stuck in another nameless town

Pulling wide awake at the wheel

He’s always faceless never real

Swearin' with a mouthful of mud

Like you could escape what’s in your blood

Hanging from a thread

In every direction

Barely hanging on

Hanging from a thread

In every direction

Barely hanging on

Well, you know I’m not going anywhere

A chime in the wind, I sing for you

I’m a greyhound on a track

Make a break out the backlot

When all the love you gave’s just an artifact

It’s all that remains, don’t be confused

You’re talking like your head’s in the clouds

Hanging from a thread

In every direction

Barely hanging on

Hanging from a thread

In every direction

Barely hanging on

No point in blaming

So I’m not saying names

Not keeping tallies to remind you of the pain

And when it’s over

All settled and squared

Don’t come asking for an encore

Talking like your head’s in the clouds

Talking like your head’s in the clouds

Talking like your head’s in the clouds

Talking like your head’s in the clouds