In the race but out of step...

You struggle to hold up your head...

Like a river, you fight your own bed...

I'm needing backyard sanctuary...

I'm on breaktime, where the sissies hang...

Looking for oil in the sand...

Like a river you gouge out the land...

Like a drummer who fights the wrong band...

This is heaven, where the sissies hang...

A hot shower on a hot day...

Water hangs in the air like you stayed...

Like you never went down your own drain...

I'm doing rain and hurricane...

I am airborne...

Where the kisses fly...

This is heaven and all my friends are there in heaven...

this is heaven where the sissies hang...