Heaven Here — текст песни (Shudder To Think)

King in my dream town says, Here Ye: pride is gone. Then he has his thrown
throne to the ego-birds who fly with wilted wings and die of broken things like
hearts. Heaven is here if I`d adhere to the King`s rule; he says, a stranger`s heart
is raw, its vulnerable so do let your own heart thaw, or live lonely like the broken
ego-bird whose lone stone heart`s strings weight was more than its two sad
wings. Heaven is here...Nervous glances dance like darts around me. Faces find
each other and then won`t look. Avoiding looks so`s not to look quite human,
when human`s got looks likely to find love in. The end.