Heaven

Singing lullabies for you, my exit strategy,

I fell too fast, too deep, too low in this sincerity...

With wings of marble, abs of stone, you fell from grace for me

No questions asked, no answer told, for this atrocity.
And now, wings bruised you lay with me,

You hold me to your chest and whisper

"I did it and I can't regret it.

You are my piece of Heaven."