Little Heaven

Music by: todd nichols, glen phillips, and toad

Lyrics by: glen phillips

Opened my eyes

The fire had come

Not for the end of days

Not for the faithless ones

Not for vision understood

Burns because it has to burn

Changell happen whether we

Are still or moving

Breathe in waves of doubt

Bitter in your mouth

You will exhale cinnamon clouds

When it is quiet and still

I can feel older here

Change what I can and pray

The hope will not disappear

When we are not denying anything

Nothing is an enemy

Delicately balancing

The perfect world

Ride these waves of doubt

Bitter in your mouth

You will exhale cinnamon clouds

Little heaven

Riding waves of doubt

Turns me inside out

I will exhale primal shout

Little heaven

I understand

The fire will come

Not for the strength of will

Or passion of anyone

I understand

The fire will come

Not for the end of days

Not for the faithless ones