We forgot to talk about Heaven There's nothing sacred What about all of the questions? What about Heaven? What about Heaven? You left with my breath I'm drenching my sweats Warm but I'm cold So I'm wearing my vest Running Don't know where to yet I seen you in the ground, in the sky In my thoughts, in my chest And my face is wet My clothes are wet I'm sinking, I'm sinking, I'm sinking I'm chasing your scent, I'm chasing your scent We forgot to talk about Heaven And leaving And what it would mean And how I would grieve What about Heaven? What about Heaven? All the pretty girls Their hair, their fashion The words that we'd say if we walked past them Our lives and our art and how we would craft them
Complaining for hours and hours and hours of lovers and friends That never even mattered None of it even mattered We forgot to talk about heaven There's nothing sacred What about all of the questions? What about Heaven? What about Heaven? We forgot to talk about Heaven And leaving And what it would mean And how I would grieve What about Heaven? What about Heaven? What about Heaven? What about Heaven? What about your blessing? What about your presence? What about the breath I take? Will I make it through the day? What if you're not forgiven? What if you're not forgiven? We forgot to talk about heaven There's nothing sacred What about all of the questions? What about Heaven? What about Heaven?