Vision of heaven Walking up here On my own Telegenic Windswept day Desolate
Left my white converse on the cold sand Threw my mobile phone into the sea I cannot be called or reached
Vision of heaven No-one around for miles
Cut the wires and the cables That run under the sea The walls are white, the rooms are cruel In the house where I worry These days I just want to be alone These days I just want to be alone
I cannot remember The Lord's Prayer I cannot remember Oh but I don't care I cannot recall My best friend's face Blurs and outlines Eternal fall