Heaven Has No Wings

When the fire was out
And you'd kick the doors in
And marched in and caught
Babies wailin' on a tightrope

In this winter of dust, he held your hand and held a scythe
You were tougher than him, you were getting that grain
He said, "No matter what you grow
Keep my hand, watch it sow"

We all catch falcons, we've all got meat on our hands
But he strokes their angry beaks, speaks to them his sickly truths
And he sends them back into the sky
Saying, "Take me far away, then blast me down with fire and rain"
Oh, take me far away, then blast me down with fire and rain

Heaven has no wings itself
Heaven, Heaven
Heaven has no wings itself
Heaven, Heaven

Heaven has no wings itself
Heaven, Heaven
Heaven has no wings itself