Carry the dust upon your shoulders

You're the Atlas of the fall

Drinking alone

Only to find somebody there to take you home



In the dark uptown

Your mother's sleeping pills are kicking in by now

When the sun comes up

It's not the sequel

We're all here for the rerun



It's the end of school

And the end of rules

Say goodbye to the fools

And so long to the thieves

It's a golden summer

From the trees to the gutters

But that's all for the birds

And there's none for the bees



In ideal homes

Bury your heart beside their blind suburban bones

So it goes

The soundtrack of our lives

This sad familiar song

And we all sing along

Cast away care

Everyday is one more expired tomorrow



Second wave inbound

A million speaking

No one listening at all

It could all burn down

Call the commissioner

The minister

And sing a campfire song



In Heaven

Yeah we've all gone to Heaven

Oh Heaven

Yeah we've all gone to Heaven



In our own way we hold our heads up

Cast and the crew

The director

The viewers

The sky

The stars

The shopping malls

The cars

The ground beneath our feet



Heaven

Yeah we've all gone to heaven

Oh Heaven

Yeah we've all gone to heaven