| Here, there are lots of things to do
|
| And a panoramic view
|
| Of the universe completely surrounding you
|
| And here, you cannot buy souvenirs
|
| You’re never going back, never ever
|
| Basically, I guess it could be worse
|
| Yes I do, suppose it could be worse
|
| Here, there are many, many sheep
|
| And the people only sleep
|
| And awake to tell how gory and gruesome was their end
|
| And I don’t have many friends
|
| And it’s really very clean, and I’m thinking:
|
| «Juliet, you broke our little pact
|
| Juliet, I’m never coming back»
|
| Up here in heaven without you
|
| I’m here in heaven without you
|
| Up here in heaven without you
|
| It is hell knowing that your health
|
| Will keep you out of here for many, many years
|
| Dear, do you often think of me?
|
| As you overlook the sea
|
| Do I qualify as «dearly departed»
|
| Or am I «that sucker in the sky»
|
| The fall guy for the first and the last time
|
| Juliet, I thought we had agreed
|
| Now I know why you let me take the lead
|
| Second thoughts, is that what you had?
|
| Second thoughts, first I broke my back
|
| Second thoughts, as I hit the sea
|
| Second thoughts, for eternity
|
| For eternity, for eternity |