Heaven Songtext
von Late Bloomer

Life passes by like a parade of traveling performers
Or a brand new pop sensation, a book for middle-aged sinners
And all of us are gonna die, no sense in stressing about the time
Time is all we have, so we do it right

If I make it to Heaven, does it really matter?
If I crawl on the floor again, does it really matter?


There they go, the people I used to seek
Don′t look now, they're staring at me
They think I′m getting sick, but I feel alright

If I make it to Heaven, does it really matter?
If I crawl on the floor again, does it really matter?

If I make it to Heaven, does it really matter?
If I crawl on the floor again, does it really matter?
If I make it to Heaven
If I crawl on the ceiling
If I make it through Hell again
I guess it doesn't really matter