Heaven Over There

So, you want to move rome

'cause it's heaven over there

but your 13 million brothers

will tell you they don't care

for it's gritty coliseums

or ruins all awry

you won't be all alone though

there are angels in that sky

So, you want to rush to Russia

'cause it's heaven over there

but your 15 million brothers

will tell you they don't care

for the towers or the domes

or the 13 feet of snow

you won't be all alone, though

there are angels in that snow

So, you want to move to Paris

'cause it's heaven over there

but your 15 million brothers

will tell you they don't care

for the fake Je Ne Sais Quoi

Or that wine older than hell

you won't be all alone though,

you're an angel yourself

Well, this cycle repeats and it eats away your time

and you can't avoid the reason and can't see through the rhyme

but the grittiness is gold through the time making us cold

we won't be all alone though

we are all we'll ever know