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...