Oh, very heaven
To be young and in your arms
In the days of falling walls
Very heaven
Very heaven

Still all together
Before Doc slept with Jem and ran away
Hope that doesn't weigh on Jem
Back then
Everybody had a gob on 'em

17 says take me to your leader
17 is anti-gravity, oh
17 says help me find my people
The ones I'll always need and never see, oh

Xena Cortina and her chattering, skint Athenians
Licking stamps
In the dress-up box
Trying everything on
Trying everything on

Jesus Abyssinia
Never trust crushed anything
Just too old
To be holding court
Trying everything on

17 says feed me, feed the meter
17 is don't you say a word, boy
Took aside by cellar party teacher
No one knew but everybody heard, boy

17 drops every golden baton
17 is parking nose-to-nose, oh
Smoking, splitting hairs and smashing atoms
Chosen by the bunch of souls you chose
Very heaven