I'm still searching
Can 't define my religion
On a Sunday , April the 21**
I will understand that I've waited too long

All these little things
I try to tell you in a song
In Paris we can't meet for the show
And my birthday present you will never know

Sometimes it's hard to explain
These words for the end of the lane

So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
you found the island to escape beside a tree
dry my tears while you sleep

When your brother died 37 days ago
I felt he took a part of you
You where so afraid then to leave him alone
In dreams he can reach for your hand
You followed the way to the end

So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
you found the island to escape beside a tree
dry my tears

I'm so alone
In this beautiful mind
So anodyne
These tears in my eyes
Initial greatness
And the spirit is gone
Replaced by the burden
Of a quite contrived version of what we call life
…but we have to carry on

So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
you found the island to escape beside a tree
dry my tears, dry my tears dry my tears

So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
you found the island to escape beside a tree
dry my tears, while you sleep