I believe he is so happy,
Smiling all the time
Look what I have done

I believe that she is love,
But maybe yesterday is where
We fit together best.

I know he is so happy
I can look away from pain
I can skirt around the hatred
I can live another day

I do not speak of desolation
I have no shame
I don't defile
I will not be forced by fate to hurt another--
That's a bit of a stretch.

I live in heaven.

(Run the numbers)