In a one of many old blocks I reprocess the time
Listening to the walls, looking through the balcony
Though there isn’t any view, I note hundreds of sentences
Feels like it’s time to change this place
Much heaven
No way to get
Today I’m not supposed to leave, they’ve bricked up the chute
I’m looking at the snow of filthy papers
Just waiting around till they brick up the doors
I’m getting on the roof, looking for the first floor
Much heaven
No way to get
Much heaven
No need to have
In a one of many old blocks I reprocess the time
Smoke of cigarettes floating from behind the bars
I’ve never enjoyed the smell of the suburban cuisine
Feels like it’s time to leave this place
In a one of many old blocks I reprocess the time Listening to the walls, looking through the balcony Though there isn’t any view, I note hundreds of sentences Feels like it’s time to change this place
Much heaven No way to get
Today I’m not supposed to leave, they’ve bricked up the chute I’m looking at the snow of filthy papers Just waiting around till they brick up the doors I’m getting on the roof, looking for the first floor
Much heaven No way to get Much heaven No need to have
In a one of many old blocks I reprocess the time Smoke of cigarettes floating from behind the bars I’ve never enjoyed the smell of the suburban cuisine Feels like it’s time to leave this place
Much heaven Much heaven Much heaven Much heaven