I asked the habitual partygoer just how high she thought she'd get, 

And I asked the ethereal girls if they were floating yet 



And so I asked the light of the day, what's this rush for heaven, 

Then I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again. 



The tabloid-tainted actress knows the myth of higher ground. 

The thing she got from playing a nun she got from sleeping around. 



And so I asked the light of the day, what's this rush for heaven, 

Then I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again. 



And I've been running uphill, panting, punching at the air, 

Fighting what's been pushing me down, as if it's really there. 



And so I asked the light of the day, what's this rush for heaven, 

Then I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again. 



And I saw all this climbing, climbing, just as far from heaven, 

Then I saw a bird fly away, and I started climbing again.