Heaven
 I think it's my friend
 Or is it a thief
 You ain't been discreet
 This ain't a new theme
 Mistakes crack open the fruit
 I birthed a thousand trees

 I can’t see who’s hiding in the weeds
 I think he’s my friend, he could be a thief
 You ain’t being discrete
 I’m out on the street again

 Heaven is an island that's not far away from here
 Right behind both of my eyelids, in between both of my ears
 Natural forces keep on smiling, casting spells made out of tears
 A charming man who goes the distance, tries to be a puppeteer
 Tries to control every motion, has to always interfere
 Baby let it go, let it go

 Once in a lifetime, it’s radical
 Sparks fly, irrational
 Watch it all burn to the floor, irrational, irrational

 Don't let it go if you think you have it
 Don’t let it go, hold it with a passion
 Smoke and mirrors got you looking at distractions
 Even though it’s got you hoping that it’s magic

 I'm under a spell, with tunnel visions
 Nobody to help these superstitions
 It's hard to tell, nobody listens

 I can’t see who’s hiding in the weeds
 I think he’s my friend, he could be a thief
 You ain’t being discrete
 I’m out on the street again

 Park that car
 Drop that phone
 Sleep on the floor
 Dream about me
 Park that car
 Drop that phone
 Sleep on the floor
 Dream about me
 Park that car
 Drop that phone
 Sleep on the floor
 Dream about me
 Park that car
 Drop that phone
 Sleep on the floor
 Dream about me

 Once in a lifetime, it’s radical
 Sparks fly, irrational
 Watch it all burn to the floor, irrational, irrational

 Don't let it go if you think you have it
 Don’t let it go, hold it with a passion
 Smoke and mirrors got you looking at distractions
 Even though it’s got you hoping that it's magic