Heaven is empty, nobody's there I brought my camera, it stayed in its bag People ask me all the time what I want The answer is one, Heaven is empty
Unconditional love, a crane at the top of the lake I'll hang like Jesus, on my pulling bed Heaven is empty
If a big cold bird tried to bring me a baby I feel I would get on his back, kissing his neck Breathe in and out, kissing the doubt And whisper softly, I don't want entry That place is empty
Compositor: Hannah Sian Topp (Hanna Sian Harding) (APRA)Editor: Domino Publishing Company Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #21773684 em 15/Mai/2024