Heaven, is this heaven wher we are? See them walking, if youi 

dare , if you call that walking. Stumble, stagger, fall and drag
themselvesalong the streets of heaven.
Where is the blessed table to feed all who hunger on earth,
welcomed and seated each one joyfully served? See them walkinf, if
you dare, if you call that walking. Stumble, stagger, fall and drag
themselves along the streetso f heaven.
Where is the halo that should glow 'round your face, and where
are the wings that should grow from your shoulder blades? Show them
to me.
These are sobering sights I've seen in the City of Angels have
all been one rude awakening that was dues to me in heaven.
There would have been heavenly music I was convinced before.
A host of the dearly to meet me with Hosannas sung at the door, but
these are sobering sights I've seen in the City of Angels have all
been one rude awakening that was dues to me in hevean. In this city
of fallen angels.


In the coolness of the morning 

sparing moments here in magical tide
I would meet you without question
to share a starry gaze a look through the sky
from the start
there was this kind of glow
the start when it’s right
you’ll know,
fascinating love’s a secret
an ancient riddle with no reason or rhyme
unpredictable the muses they play
never knowing whether teaisng or shy.