Testi musica canzoni

1994 Cosyng Music / BMI

I've heard heaven is perfect
the angels are too
I was trying for those golden wings, they look shiny and new
But angels don't need money, heaven don't need help
Perfect don't need anyone
Perfect's all by itself

Now I've been borrowing rides
sleeping on floors
My independence can't afford to be so proud anymore
I've been incurring more debt than I can ever repay
it's been hard giving up wings for these needful feet of clay

I have always found it safer to give than receive
if I ask nothing of you
You can't ask anything of me
But you never quite go home
you start waking up tired
What rises above cannot reach out to hold
what is reaching to rise, bruising itself
needing angles, needing money
needing heaven, needing help
Perfect don't need anyone
Perfect's all by itself