Very Heaven

Oh, very heaven

To be young and in your arms

In the days of falling walls

Very heaven

Very heaven

Still all together

Before Doc slept with Jem and ran away

Hope that doesn’t weigh on Jem

Back then

Everybody had a gob on ‘em

17 says take me to your leader

17 is anti-gravity, oh

17 says help me find my people

The ones I'll always need and never see, oh

Xena Cortina and her chattering, skint Athenians

Licking stamps

In the dress-up box

Trying everything on

Trying everything on

Jesus Abyssinia

Never trust crushed anything

Just too old

To be holding court

Trying everything on

17 says feed me, feed the meter

17 is don’t you say a word, boy

Took aside by cellar party teacher

No one knew but everybody heard, boy

17 drops every golden baton

17 is parking nose-to-nose, oh

Smoking, splitting hairs and smashing atoms

Chosen by the bunch of souls you chose

Very heaven