Don't you think we're something like God? Angry, tempestuous, human? We suffer from wide-eyed loneliness In the sky I have walked in Heaven So must talk in Hell The cruelty of godliness within us Is his loneliness Take me wherever you will go, far To your mind, to your mine, to your street and to your son Where the cars, and the eyes, and the people are on fire And your god cries love I'm going out into madness to wander I'm going to build a cell up in the sky And when the world it swims inside of me Then I'm going to drown My girl screams in the company of her bedsheets Whilst I speak with angel in the bar I'll meet you in the shadow of Heaven Tomorrow, or in some other life