In a state of mind that has nothing to show for it
Lose a sense of time that we wish we could have
In a heaven
What's mine is mine I loose my insensitive grind what's mine is mine I hold in my hands little lies
In a while we'll be back where we started to cave in
And IÕll brace for the storm at the hands of my darling
In a heaven
I don't mind wasting my life it's got nothing to do with me
In a heaven