Heaven's Got No Place
I think I'm running in circles
And the truth is that I'm getting tired
This time we're moving like bulletshells
And there ain't no place for me to hide
And I hold on the pressure
With no more moments of pleasure
But something's got to give in the end
And you hold the ammunition
To tense my intuition
Well, Heaven's got no place for you.
You used to send me letters
Was a good way to pretend you care
We used to shape like the mountains
When the world is just a lake on fire
And I hold on the pressure
With no more moments of pleasure
But something's got to give in the end
And you hold the ammunition
To tense my intuition
Well, Heaven's got no place for you.
And I hold on the pressure
With no more moments of pleasure
But something's got to give in the end
And you hold the ammunition
To tense my intuition
Well, Heaven's got no place for you.
I think I'm running in circles
And the truth is that I'm getting tired
This time we're moving like bulletshells
And there ain't no place for me to hide.
And I hold on the pressure
With no more moments of pleasure
But something's got to give in the end
And you hold the ammunition
To tense my intuition
Well, Heaven's got no place for you
Oooh, Heaven's got no place for you
Whoah, Heaven's got no place for you
Yeah, Heaven's got no place for you
And the truth is that I'm getting tired
This time we're moving like bulletshells
And there ain't no place for me to hide
And I hold on the pressure
With no more moments of pleasure
But something's got to give in the end
And you hold the ammunition
To tense my intuition
Well, Heaven's got no place for you.
You used to send me letters
Was a good way to pretend you care
We used to shape like the mountains
When the world is just a lake on fire
And I hold on the pressure
With no more moments of pleasure
But something's got to give in the end
And you hold the ammunition
To tense my intuition
Well, Heaven's got no place for you.
And I hold on the pressure
With no more moments of pleasure
But something's got to give in the end
And you hold the ammunition
To tense my intuition
Well, Heaven's got no place for you.
I think I'm running in circles
And the truth is that I'm getting tired
This time we're moving like bulletshells
And there ain't no place for me to hide.
And I hold on the pressure
With no more moments of pleasure
But something's got to give in the end
And you hold the ammunition
To tense my intuition
Well, Heaven's got no place for you
Oooh, Heaven's got no place for you
Whoah, Heaven's got no place for you
Yeah, Heaven's got no place for you
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Writer(s): Jacques Moolman
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