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