From Heaven

Greying skies  
amongst God's deep, blue eyes  
and his cloud-white beard  
you can find me  
trying to do right.  
 
And if I do wrong...  
you've known this angelic facade  
wouldn't last long.  
 
He'll be looking down on me
tomorrow find me dancing 'tween the fiery ice  
and I'll be waiting  
for the chance  
to do right.

The Devil from  
Heaven is prancing  
without the lights,  
smoking his first cigarette.
 
Opening his lungs  
to the world and the others,  
opening his fists up to only me.  
   
Greying skies  
amongst God's deep, blue eyes  
and his cloud-white beard  
you can find me  
trying to do right
and if I do wrong,
well, I guess you knew
this facade
wouldn't last long...enough.