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'll 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, the hope will not disappear
When we are not denying anything nothing is an enemy
Delicately balancing perfect world

Ride these waves of doubt
Bitter in your mouth
You will exhale cinnamon clouds
(Little Heaven, little Heaven)
(Little Heaven, little Heaven)

Riding waves of doubt
Turns me inside out
I will exhale primal shout
(Little heaven, little Heaven)
(Little heaven, little Heaven)

I understand the fire will come
(Little heaven, little Heaven)
Not for the strength of will or passion of anyone
(Little heaven, little Heaven)

I understand the fire will come
(Little heaven, little Heaven)
Not for the end of days
Not for the faithless ones