In Heaven Everything is fine In Heaven Everything is fine In Heaven Everything is fine
I wanna see you alone, I wanna sharp the stone I wanna bounce the bone, I wanna mess with it I wanna lay the deville, the whole crew on the sill Want the preacher and pill, I wanna bless with it I wanna head to a mass and get cast in it That shit's funnier than any A-class, innit? I wanna talk with the clown who has apologies down Pay him 300 pound to take a class in it I wanna bite the phone, I wanna bleed the tone I wanna see you alone, alonе, alone, lone Wanna strait the shark and find mе somewhere to park Like the light when it's dark, it's dark, it's dark, dark A few stars about, make it feel like peace in a way Complicate the round The constellations got a twist to it For the GPO and all the hits in it
In Heaven Everything is fine In Heaven Everything is fine In Heaven Everything is fine
I wanna talk with a gag, if it's a bottle or bag I wanna strike with the SAG, I need the friends from it I wanna make the mark, I wanna shot the dark I want to live the arc, I call the ends on it I wanna take the truth without a lens on it My god-given insanity, it depends on it How I feel? How I feel? How I feel? I wanna keel
In Heaven Everything is fine In Heaven Everything is fine In Heaven Everything is fine
Hit me for the day For the light that you suffered To come by, take to my sky Never wanting, only wonder To live out of reach Sloping family, short to tall One to three, swallow the key In their footprints, I will follow you to
Heaven Everything is fine In Heaven Everything is fine In Heaven Everything is fine
You got your good thing And I've got mine
Compositores: Carlos O'Connell, Conor Curley, Conor Deegan III, Grian Chatten, Peter Ivers & David Lynch