Little Heaven

opened my eyes
 fire had come
 not for the end of days
 not for the faithless ones
 not for vision understood
 burns because it has to burn
 change will happen whether we
 are still or moving
 breathe in waves of doubt
 bitter in your mouth
 you will exhale cinnamon clouds
 when it is quiet and still
 I can feel older here
 change what i can and pray
 that hope will not disappear
 when we are not denying anything
 nothing is an enemy
 delicately balancing the perfect world
 ride these waves of doubt
 bitter in your mouth
 you will exhale, cinnamon clouds
 (ooh little heaven, little heaven)
 (ooh little heaven, little heaven)
 writhe in waves of doubt
 touch me inside out
 and I will exhale primal shout
 (ooh little heaven, little heaven)
 (ooh little heaven, little heaven)
 I understand, the fire will come
 (ooh little heaven, little heaven)
 not for the strength of will
 or passions of anyone
 (ooh little heaven, little heaven)
 I understand the fire will come
 (ooh little heaven, little heaven)
 not for the end of days
 not for the faithless ones