Little Heaven
Toad the Wet Sprocket
Letra

Opened my eyes

The fire had come

Not for the end of days

Not for the faithless ones

Not for vision understood



Burns because it has to burn

Change will happen whether we

Are still or moving

Breathe in waves of doubt



Bitter in your mouth

You will exhale cinnamon clouds

When it is quiet and still

I can feel older here

Change what I can and pray



The hope will not disappear

When we are not denying anything

Nothing is an enemy

Delicately balancing



The perfect world

Ride these waves of doubt

Bitter in your mouth

You will exhale cinnamon clouds



Little heaven

Riding waves of doubt

Turns me inside out

I will exhale primal shout