This View
There's a shadow in my shade
I found it right beside the first aid
On the private streets I paved
Right above the garden I gave
The garden I gave away
(My oh my, ways we try to save our lives from leaving)
(My oh my, ways we try to save our lives, save our lives)
Well heaven is a highway
And hell is on the move
There's fire by my window
I've seen it on the news
If there's truth in being honest
I don't know what to call this view
I don't feel the fire I see
It's hard to feel the heat on TV
It's burning up my screen
Without a cloud of smoke to be seen
(My oh my, ways we try to save our lives from leaving)
(My oh my, ways we try to save our lives, save our lives)
Well heaven is a highway
And hell is on the move
There's fire by my window
I've seen it on the news
If there's truth in being honest
I don't know what to call this
Cause everyone's an artist
Impressions of the darkest
To focus on the flawless
Will always be the hardest
To find a way with words to say the truth
That heaven is a highway
And hell is on the move
They say it's by my window
But I don't believe the news
If there's truth in being honest
I don't know what to call this view
I found it right beside the first aid
On the private streets I paved
Right above the garden I gave
The garden I gave away
(My oh my, ways we try to save our lives from leaving)
(My oh my, ways we try to save our lives, save our lives)
Well heaven is a highway
And hell is on the move
There's fire by my window
I've seen it on the news
If there's truth in being honest
I don't know what to call this view
I don't feel the fire I see
It's hard to feel the heat on TV
It's burning up my screen
Without a cloud of smoke to be seen
(My oh my, ways we try to save our lives from leaving)
(My oh my, ways we try to save our lives, save our lives)
Well heaven is a highway
And hell is on the move
There's fire by my window
I've seen it on the news
If there's truth in being honest
I don't know what to call this
Cause everyone's an artist
Impressions of the darkest
To focus on the flawless
Will always be the hardest
To find a way with words to say the truth
That heaven is a highway
And hell is on the move
They say it's by my window
But I don't believe the news
If there's truth in being honest
I don't know what to call this view
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Godfrey
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