Little Heaven
Toad The Wet Sprocket
In Light Syrup (1995)

opened my eyes
the fire had come
not for the end of days
not for the faithless ones
not for vision understood
burns because it has to burn
change'll happen whether we
are still or moving
breathe in waves of doubt
bitter in your mouth
you will exhale cinnamon clouds
when it is quiet and still
i can feel older here
change what i can and pray
the hope will not disappear
when we are not denying anything
nothing is an enemy
delicately balancing
the perfect world
ride these waves of doubt
bitter in your mouth
you will exhale cinnamon clouds
little heaven
riding waves of doubt
turns me inside out
i will exhale primal shout
little heaven
i understand
the fire will come
not for the strength of will
or passion of anyone
i understand
the fire will come
not for the end of days
not for the faithless ones