It's been pretty simple so far, vacation in Athens is calling me
And knock, knock, knock on wood, I thought I'd left you behind.
Heaven is yours, heaven is yours, heaven's yours where I live.
The thought of the catacombs left my soul at home.
This letter never sent.
And it's so far, it's so dark, I'm so lost.
When I'm moving too fast, where's my new address?
The water is evening now, the catacombs are filling in.
If my soul was made of stone, no, not, not so dark, dark.
And it's so far, it's so far, it's so far.
Heaven's yours, heaven's yours, heaven's yours where I live.