opened my eyes fire had come not for the end of days not for the faithless ones not for vision understood burns because it has to burn change will happen whether we are still or moving
breathe in waves of doubt bitter in your mouth you will exhale cinnamon clouds
when it is quiet and still I can feel older here change what i can and pray that hope will not disappear
when we are not denying anything nothing is an enemy delicately balancing the perfect world
ride these waves of doubt bitter in your mouth you will exhale, cinnamon clouds (ooh little heaven, little heaven) (ooh little heaven, little heaven)
writhe in waves of doubt touch me inside out and I will exhale primal shout
(ooh little heaven, little heaven) (ooh little heaven, little heaven)
I understand, the fire will come (ooh little heaven, little heaven) not for the strength of will or passions of anyone (ooh little heaven, little heaven)
I understand the fire will come (ooh little heaven, little heaven) not for the end of days not for the faithless ones