Song Description
It's about getting tangled up in emotions, and the main character is probably bipolar. He feels betrayed by his former girlfriend and is both furious and depressed.
Song Length |
3:37 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi, Rock - Classic |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Anxious, Miserable |
Subject |
Change, Suicide |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Caught in New York with Heaven on my mind
I feel her anxiety like a tumor chewing my bones
Saxes and guitars and trenchcoat men
I just don't care for them
so I ignore their tones
And Heaven is so far, far away
Give me ten good reasons for crawling into a cave
And I'll tell you the only reasonable one
I wanna kill your lover, but he's already dead
That's what they said
They said he is gone
And Heaven is so far, far away
Heaven is so far away
I can't talk myself into waiting
Miracles do happen, but always too late
And this morning, this blue morning is a blessing
Cursed be the ones who dare to challenge freedom
For they might have seen a system that has worked
I'd like to see the arrow of perception
Without exception
I'll go first
And Heaven is so far, far away
On Monday mornings you just don't like living
And newspapers tell of a brand new age
And the saxophones, guitars and trench coat men
They're here again
And they play with rage
And Heaven is so far, far away
Heaven is so far away
I can't talk myself into waiting
Miracles do happen, but always too late
And this morning, this blue morning is a blessing
Heaven is so very far away
I can't talk myself into waiting
Miracles do happen, but always too late
And this morning, this blue morning is a blessing