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A dozen roses in the car |
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And I don't know where you are |
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Maybe I don't know what I'm doing |
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You're moving like a movie |
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You still move me |
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Among the other ones |
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And twos and threes and twenty-threes |
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Got to keep my conscience clean |
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But that hurricane what's-her-name |
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Mentality was not for me |
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And never could be |
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Cause it surely brings bitter things |
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And misery |
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And I say |
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Heaven hits me hard |
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In with the new |
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Heaven hits me hardly |
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In with the news |
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Whatever gets me started |
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In with the noose |
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Have you ever had a heaven here |
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And was it clear? |
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Cause I just wrote a letter |
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A confession down the ladder |
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That things could be so much better |
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Through follow the leader |
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I met her and then another end |
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And usually a grudge |
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But I loved so much |
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The way we touched and psuedo-kissed |
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Oh I already miss you singing like this |
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Over the phone |
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Every now and every then I tend to pretend |
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I'm not alone |
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Now I know |
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Static made old radio |
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Heaven hits me hard |
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In with the new |
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Heaven hits me hardly |
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In with the news |
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Whatever gets me started |
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In with the noose |
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Have you ever had a heaven here |
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And was it clearly better? |