Open mind, more empty minded at weekends Tell me your secrets again You sail in silence and speak paper and pen Well sadness or violence? Depends
Heaven knows, heaven knows... Said the man who cannot love
And now there's something, now there are no illusions Don't float out like childhood balloons These heavy answers, and the fear of teason When this is the last chance salloon
Heaven knows, heaven knows Said the man who cannot love
Then you feel it coming Feel it grow And it tastes like home
Then you feel it coming Feel it grow And it tastes like home
Then you feel it coming Feel it grow And it tastes like home
