Hiraeth (from heaven)

It echoes through the corridors
An anthem of this day and age
It's a silent cry
Of an angel locked in a cage

When we keep it locked inside
It feeds on our empty rage
The poor player struts and frets
His final hour upon the stage

Whatever it is
That keeps us from heaven
Whatever it is
Whatever it is

Sometimes we let it out at night
Half frightened half mad we watch it soar
But some people shoot angels in their flight
Some people fancy the drums of war

That echo through the caverns of
The crimes we never answered for
Through the streets of promises
That are forgotten forever more

Whatever it is
That keeps us from heaven
Whatever it is
Whatever it is

So bring on the lies
And leave me believing
The fault is not ours
The fault is not ours

The battles are raging
We dance in the acid rain

We're bigger than gods
Dancing to numb the pain

Whatever it is
That keeps us from heaven
Whatever it is
Whatever it is

Whatever it is
That keeps us from heaven
Whatever it is
Whatever it is

The mind is its own place
And in itself can make
A heaven of hell
A hell of heaven

Whatever it is
That keeps us from heaven
Whatever it is
That keeps us from heaven