Hollywood undead. Believe (№ 392916)

Oh don't you know that clouds are made from concrete?
Right through the stone can you hear my heart beat?
Beats through my bones like the memory left me
Not for a second or a minute when I dream




Don't you know that clouds are made from concrete?
Even through the stone, can you hear my heart beating?
As it beats through the bones, like a memory that never left me
For a second my dreams.