Little Heaven

Opened my eyes

fire had come

not for the end of days

not for the faithless ones

not for vision understood

burns because it has to burn

change will happen whether we

are still or moving

breathe in waves of doubt

bitter in your mouth

you will exhale cinnamon clouds

when it is quiet and still

I can feel older here

change what i can and pray

that hope will not disappear

when we are not denying anything

nothing is an enemy

delicately balancing the perfect world

ride these waves of doubt

bitter in your mouth

you will exhale, cinnamon clouds

(ooh little heaven, little heaven)

(ooh little heaven, little heaven)

writhe in waves of doubt

touch me inside out

and I will exhale primal shout

(ooh little heaven, little heaven)

(ooh little heaven, little heaven)

I understand, the fire will come

(ooh little heaven, little heaven)

not for the strength of will

or passions of anyone

(ooh little heaven, little heaven)

I understand the fire will come

(ooh little heaven, little heaven)

not for the end of days

not for the faithless ones