Turns me inside out
I understand
Change'll happen whether we
But you will exhale
Breathe in waves of doubt
Cinnamon clouds
Or passion of anyone
The fire will come
When we are not denying anything
The perfect world
Little heaven, little heaven
Little heaven, little heaven
And you will exhale
Primal shout
Not for the end of days
Bitter in your mouth
Change what I can and pray
The hope will not disappear
Nothing is an enemy
Cinnamon clouds
Not for the end of days
When it is quiet and still
Well now I understand
Bitter in your mouth
The fire will come
Are still or moving
Delicately balancing
I can feel older here
Ride these waves of doubt
Little heaven, little heaven
Not for the faithless ones
And I will exhale
Little heaven, little heaven
Not for vision understood
Not for the strength of will
Burns because it has to burn
Riding waves of doubt
