The smell of old walls
And a familiar scent
A flowery sweet
Washing detergent
Pictures of my mother
Who never told a lie?
Never said goodbye
Never cried
Five
Six
Seven
How many steps to heaven?
Step by step
Lift up your head
Can't seem to think of
Something with meaning
Something important
Voidness is streaming
Implacably, violently
Into my head
All for nothing
All for nothing
Nine
Ten
Eleven
How many steps to heaven?
Step by step
Lift up your head
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Always unforseen
Step by step
Lift up your head
The old wood is creaking
And moaning and screaming
Under the weight of the truth of the moment
Please let me awake in a white linen bed
Shades half open and sunlight gleaming
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Dream on dream
Step by step
Lift up your head