Heaven

forever want to lay with you
 wanting dust to dust, to fade out
 you're gone
 the only church I'll ever see
 are paper hands calling me
 "come home, you're done"
 I never was too pretty, just a spirit in this city now
 with no one at all
 but I've never come so far alone
 into something beautiful of my own design
 Heaven, I'm done
 if one and one and one are three:
 something in this life I'll never see
 baby is gone
 the only church I'll ever know
 is in the Earth, the ground below me says:
 "come home now, you're done"
 I never was a pretty thing,
 always fight and sometimes scream
 for nothing at all
 and I've never come so far alone
 into something beautiful of my own design
 Heaven, I'm done
 Oh John, I can see Fire
 I can see your Work, the Flames grow higher
 I can See - i can See - i can See
 I can See in Heaven