In a state of mind that has nothing to show for it Lose a sense of time that we wish we could have In a heaven What's mine is mine I loose my insensitive grind what's mine is mine I hold in my hands little lies In a while we'll be back where we started to cave in And IÕll brace for the storm at the hands of my darling In a heaven I don't mind wasting my life it's got nothing to do with me In a heaven