Heaven in Hell

And it is all just a little bit like
Heaven in hell
Your brothers they know you
Your sisters know you well
And this is all a little bit like
Heaven in Hell

The songs are like stringlets
The birds like silohettes
moving across the sky
Like burning cigarettes
Against a dying sun

The bog of tears
Like a rollercoaster
Floating in the sunrise
Like a May fly
over the pond
Daddy long legs in the corner
Of the ceiling bouncing off the wall
Joy of you is reeling
From the corner of the hall

There is a pulse in the blood in the walk of the fool
There is the song of the sea in the nautilus shell
There is a memory of my mother showing me
This Heaven in Hell

There are bricks and mortar
Sticks and stones
Bread and butter
Blood and bones
And all of these I know too well
As I walk into this Heaven in Hell

Song of my father, song of my son
Song of my daughter like a reflection
Down a well
Speaking from the forest
Speaking from the cave
Speaking from unseen trees that fell
Talking about a Heaven in Hell

Dogs in the dirt road
Talking like an old toad
Baking in the hot sun
Hiding under a stone
In the shadows of a tolling bell
Ringing out for this Heaven in Hell