If heaven could sustain my soul,
I beg you heaven spare me growing old,
forever like a playful child,
forever in the realm where hearts burn wild.
When pain is causing hearts to fear,
never be afraid to burst in tears.
When love is like a distant shout,
tears are all you need to hear it out.
Out. It out. Out.
Let's break it down in fragments,
just like you always do.
Don't dare to say you love her,
unless you really you do.
Heaven still rests on our shoulders,
let's cut trees to see it's color,
and break the stars to rise above her,
put a fee on every flower.
Call her name.
Call her name.
Blinded by tear dimmed eyes,
voices of the revolution cries:
It's not that hard to break those walls,
if you just know that they are there at all.
Heaven still rests on our shoulders,
climb the trees to see it's color,
a glance at stars at night to call her,
just a breath away to hold her.
Heaven still rests on our shoulders,
just a breath away to hold her.
Heaven still rests on our shoulders,
just a breath away to call her name.
Heaven still rests on our shoulders,
just a breath away to hold her.
Heaven still rests on our shoulders,
just a breath away to call her name.