I'm still searching
Can't define my religion
On a sunday, April the 21st
I will understand
That I've waited too long
All these little things
I try tell you in a song
In Paris we can't meet for the show
And my birthday present you will never know
Sometimes it's hard to explain
These words for the end of the lane
So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
You found the island to escape beside a tree
Dry my tears while you sleep
When your brother died 37 days ago
I felt he took a part of you
You where so afraid then to leave him alone
In dreams he can reach for your hand
You followed the way to the end
So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
You found the island to escape beside a tree
Dry my tears
I'm so alone in this beautiful mind
So anodyne
These tears in my eyes
Initial greatness and the spirit is gone
Replaced by the burden of a quite contrived version of what we call life
But we have to carry on
So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
You found the island to escape beside a tree
Dry my tears, dry my tears, dry my tears
So far away from heaven
I'm standing here so far away
You found the island to escape beside a tree
Dry my tears while you sleep.
