My mother tells me to go to church!
Why? she believes it will grant me eternal life!
And she says I have to follow the commandments.
You know, because she believes heaven is better than hell.

But I tell her she's wasting her time, I tell her heaven is already here.
In between the beats of her fragile mind if only she'd look.
In secrets like 'where the love letters are hidden' or 'why that song means so much'.
Here, within the intangible humanity that connects us all.

And I ask her, 'why chase something in death when life is right here?'

So, on her google number time of telling me that God said 'blah, blah'
and I'll be sorry when I face eternal damnation.
I think of you.
How I swear I hear angels sing whenever you're around.
How when we kiss my heart stops and starts like I'm kissing God himself.
How I know, undoubtedly, without hesitation.
**~Heaven is right here, whenever I'm with you.~