Heavenly love
Down on the Streets
Oh gloomy day
Let go of my feet
No saint, no guilty
We’re blank, you’ll see
All that happens
Even
If we are the boys from heaven
Blood on my hands
Semen on my feet
It’s a city above
And a city beneath
No death, no mercy
We’re blind, you’ll see
All that happens
Even
If we are the boys from heaven
Falling apart
There is nothing to fear
All what’s dirty
What’s dirty’ll clear
All’ll clear
Gets dirty again
All that happens
Even
If we are the boys from heaven