Heaven

The smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised

The smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised

Kissing and running, kissing and running away

Kissing and running, kissing and running away

Senses be praised

Senses be praised

You're my saving grace, saving grace

Nothing will harm you and nothing will stand in your way

Nothing, nothing, nothing

Nothing will stop you and nothing will stand in your way

No one will harm you, no one will stand in your way

No one will bar you, nothing will stand in your way

Nothing, there's nothing