Even in Heaven I keep my door locked. The view is good, not great. Don't like the looks of my neighbor. Never trusted a smile, why start now? Even in Heaven I draw the blinds. Morning sun comes pouring through, liquid yellow lines painting afterimages on the back of my eyes.
Knocking and knocking and I'm not home, I'm not home here in Heaven. I keep my door locked. Try later.
No phone in heaven, nothing to call. No one to call me anymore, not here in heaven. Never rings, not home here in heaven swathed in my own silence.