Heaven Holy

Heaven, I know where they keep it It's not a secret, I've got the code And heaven, holy I hold it Maybe I was sold it in February snow Cause every time the sun comes up I wake in a trance I walk the path of Mary in his arms and, I am the Maiden, the Mother the Crone Cause every time the sun comes up and tiptoes his skin I see God: He is Him A man who feels so much like something I've known Something like home Hmm Eden, honey I feel it Maybe it's seated deep in my bones Rising, the serpent is rising I realised it, I let it go Cause every time the sun comes up I wake in a trance I walk the path of Mary in his arms and, I am the Maiden, the Mother the Crone Cause every time the sun comes up and tiptoes his skin I see God: He is Him A man who feels so much like something I've known Something like home Hmm Finally I believe in what they see Heaven, I know where they keep it It's not a secret, I've got the code And heaven, holy I hold it Maybe I was sold it in February snow Cause every time the sun comes up I wake in a trance I walk the path of Mary in his arms and, I am the Maiden, the Mother the Crone Cause every time the sun comes up and tiptoes his skin I see God: He is Him A man who feels so much like something I've known Something like home Hmm