Kristin Hersh Heaven
In the race but out of step You struggle to hold up your head Like a river you fight your own bed I'm needing backyard sanctuary I'm on breaktime Where the sissies hang Looking for oil in the sand Like a river you gouge out the land Like a drummer who fights the wrong band I'm needing backyard sanctuary I'm on breaktime Where the sissies hang This is heaven, this is heaven, this is heaven Where the sissies hang A hot shower on a hot day Water hangs in the air like you stayed Like you never went down your own drain I'm doing rain and hurricane I am airborne Where the kisses fly This is heaven, this is heaven And all my friends are there in heaven This is heaven And all my friends are there in heaven This heaven, this heaven Where the sissies hang
