I'm still searching, can't define my religion
On a Sunday April the 21st,
I will understand that I've waited too long
All these little things I try to tell you in a song
In Paris we can meet for the show
My birthday present you will never know
Sometimes it's hard to explain
These words for the end of the lane
So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
You found the island to escape beside a tree
Dry my tears while you sleep
When your brother died thirty-seven days ago
A fall that took a part of you
You were so afraid then to leave him alone
In dreams you can reach for your hand
You follow the way to the end
So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
You found the island to escape beside a tree
Dry my tears
I'm so alone in this beautiful mind
So anodyne these tears in my eyes
Initial greatness and the spirit is gone
Replaced by the burden
in this quite contrived version of what we call life,
but we have to carry on
So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
You found the island to escape beside a tree
Dry my tears (x3)
So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
You found the island to escape beside a tree
Dry my tears while you sleep