Heaven

We walk down the street We watch the sunrise, hand in hand Empty lane drowns in crimson And heaven comes down We say "Good morning" to God And he answers with a bow We call on a nearby cafe To have a cup of morning I hear the the noise in there, and shocked i sit The heaven breaks in two There is a hole and god is sewing it Lots of work to do And holy water pouring from the sky in gentle summer rain But god is working still and angels fly I know your name
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