dead heaven

d e a d   h e a v e n
bob vega

I fell
Falling
One thousand miles let go
And fast is all I know

So far away from heaven
Angels will never help
They look at my paranoid eclipse
Turning blind eye on sad sad meadows

Orchid fingerprints in the parlor
Bleed like jasmine fading with summer

From behind filigree veils they see me
And I whisper into the cold cold wind
the names of Masons who loved her
Shortly before I fell
Falling

One thousand miles let go
and fast is all I know

Dead heaven never looked so good