You left with my breath
I'm drenching my sweats
Warm but I'm cold
So I'm wearing my vest
Running
Don't know where to yet
I see you in the ground, in the sky
In my thoughts, in my chest
And my face is wet
My clothes are wet
I'm sinking, I'm sinking, I'm sinking
I'm chasing your scent, I'm chasing your scent
We forgot to talk about Heaven
And leaving
And what it would mean
And how I would grieve
What about Heaven?
What about Heaven?
All the pretty girls
Their hair, their fashion
The words that we'd say if we walked past them
Our lives and our art and how we would craft them
Complaining for hours and hours and hours of lovers and friends
That never even mattered
None of it even mattered
We forgot to talk about heaven
There's nothing sacred
What about all of the questions?
What about Heaven?
What about Heaven?
We forgot to talk about Heaven
And leaving
And what it would mean
And how I would grieve
What about Heaven?
What about Heaven?
What about Heaven?
What about Heaven?
What about your blessing?
What about your presence?
What about the breath I take?
Will I make it through the day?
What if you're not forgiven?
What if you're not forgiven?
We forgot to talk about heaven
There's nothing sacred
What about all of the questions?
What about Heaven?
What about Heaven?