Do you think that, in heaven, peoples lives become the dreams we get at night? When we are here in the bottom row, in our boxes sleeping And sometimes it feels like I've lived it all before When water comes falling through the dam, and there's no feeling in my hands Don't cut your hair, holy roller Some day we will lift these here boulders And if you wake up and I'm gone Well, I won't be long I'll be coming here in the morning Well, you said you would be leaving that light on for me tonight But you were upstairs in your room sleeping We spent the whole night building the Berlin Wall And I was on the bottom floor staring up at the ceiling Down off your knees holy roller Pull all your tears off of your shoulders I find you out back in the cold And we are all getting older