| A heart full of chemicals and liquids in her eyes
|
| But, now it’s over the glass under the wheel
|
| The darkest way to terrify, the nicest way to steal
|
| We were always hidden by the lights
|
| So glamorous spontaneous with pupils dry and white
|
| But the, nights are old and the, faces cold it’s, always the same
|
| Someone change everything for tonight
|
| Oh, heaven waits for everyone
|
| Oh, heaven doesn’t seem to reach the sun
|
| Aerials, Aerials, Aerials, Aerials
|
| Oh, heaven waits for everyone
|
| Oh, heaven doesn’t seem to reach the sun
|
| Aerials, Aerials, Aerials, Aerials
|
| Marching band with a signal or a lie
|
| The capricorns and silhouettes will swoop as if to die
|
| But the bravery meets the, uncertainty, when the clock flashes forward
|
| Simplest of touches are gone
|
| Making beds in the east and then the west
|
| Faintest sense nostalgia isn’t lucky or a help
|
| If the home is gone, and the love is lost
|
| Every, single time anyone called you back in
|
| Oh, heaven waits for everyone
|
| Oh, heaven doesn’t seem to reach the sun
|
| Aerials, Aerials, Aerials, Aerials. |
| (x4) |