It's not a story of a god around the calling Locked in silence and pops up your pretty head They're sleeping now but dreams, except for lately Some things are better left unsaid
Beautiful mind Such a beautiful mind Beautiful mind Such a beautiful mind
I saw my picture in the paper, it read 'guilty' Eleven strong, consider him dead The crime was mine and it was done unforgiven You draw the line and I'll cross it where I stand
Beautiful mind Such a beautiful mind Beautiful mind Such a beautiful mind
The clowns are withered, as the wind it was blowing As you and I end somewhere down again A sky channel, hollow hand sat there waiting Some things are better left unsaid
Beautiful mind Such a beautiful mind Beautiful mind Such a beautiful mind
The crime was mine and it was done unforgiven You draw the line and I'll cross it where I stand
Beautiful mind Such a beautiful mind Beautiful mind Such a beautiful mind
Beautiful mind Such a beautiful mind Beautiful mind Such a beautiful mind
