They say that heaven
Is all that I suppose
And the streets are fields of blossoms
All the way…and I
Got your sweet smell in the morning
Your smooth talk in the night
And I know…better, just can’t find
Put my ship out on the ocean
Spread the wings when high above
And it’s to, to, to heaven…that we go!
Too good is true
I’ll never let you go
You hold back all my loving for your own
Watch you smile on the subway
Feel your kisses on a train
And I hope, hope gets better…in the way
For the sea I got the ship
If I walk I get the road
And it’s to, to, to heaven…that we go!
Holding on, holding dreams uhmmm
Holding hands sweetly yeah