Pine Oil Heaven

Sometimes I remember teardrops falling from the sky

Like silent screams of famished memories

Howling in the night

Sometimes I destroy splendour by my own despair

I stay awake 'til morning breaks

Hopelessly gasping for air

Again I recoil - On and on I roam

With my back against this blood red soil

This is heaven - But I'm not sanctified

Pine Oil Heaven

Sometimes I'm ashamed of myself, of my own dismay

I open my mouth and preach forgiveness but I'm the one to

blame

Sometimes I take love for granted, room without a view

My hand gets lost in glowing darkness, reaching out just

for you

Again I seek - On and on I roam

The blemished roots of my conceit

This is heaven - But I'm not sanctified

It's my heaven

Pine Oil Heaven

On and on I roam

On and on I seek

Sic transit gloria mundi!

It's ironic