Heaven

forever want to lay with you wanting dust to dust, to fade out you're gone the only church I'll ever see are paper hands calling me "come home, you're done" I never was too pretty, just a spirit in this city now with no one at all but I've never come so far alone into something beautiful of my own design Heaven, I'm done if one and one and one are three: something in this life I'll never see baby is gone the only church I'll ever know is in the Earth, the ground below me says: "come home now, you're done" I never was a pretty thing, always fight and sometimes scream for nothing at all and I've never come so far alone into something beautiful of my own design Heaven, I'm done Oh John, I can see Fire I can see your Work, the Flames grow higher I can See - i can See - i can See I can See in Heaven