Heaven
I open my eyes
Beautiful world
Rain from the sky
Eyes of a local man
I open my eyes
Beautiful world
Beauty at hand
Eyes of a local man
Nostalgia...
Heaven must be made of it
Sleep away the bad days of our lives
It's alright
Wake up on the right side of the bed
And watch the sunrise
Walk old familiar in the dark
In the city of change
When there's something strange in the neighbourhood
What feels right?
Nostalgia...
Heaven must be made of it
I had a heavy dream
It was such a feeling
You woke up, and we never said goodbye
Beautiful world
Rain from the sky
Eyes of a local man
I open my eyes
Beautiful world
Beauty at hand
Eyes of a local man
Nostalgia...
Heaven must be made of it
Sleep away the bad days of our lives
It's alright
Wake up on the right side of the bed
And watch the sunrise
Walk old familiar in the dark
In the city of change
When there's something strange in the neighbourhood
What feels right?
Nostalgia...
Heaven must be made of it
I had a heavy dream
It was such a feeling
You woke up, and we never said goodbye
Credits
Writer(s): Tommy L. Sims, Robert B. Farrell, Michael Dewayne English, Dawn Thomas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.