H eaven must be coming nearer, but
O h how small the little light is,
P laced so far above my head (still bruised from the free fall), when
E verything plunged earthward, along with my sweet dreams
H eaven must be coming nearer, but
O h how small the little light is,
P laced so far above my head (still bruised from the free fall), when
E verything plunged earthward, along with my sweet dreams
