People

I've heard there's a place where the stars don't fall and it's

Warm and the ice cream melts.

And the people don't hurt, their knives are dulled,

They just walk around the town all day.



And the music is soft, and the red balloons seem

To lift the town up in the air.

No one knows you, it's all right, you can

Be anywhere you want.



I know it's cold and lonely in the dark, and the

Strings start popping out,

And the sound fades in and then fades out, and the

Tears start freezing up.



So wrap around my scarf and fall asleep, counting

Seconds to the rising sun. Whoever

Gives in first will walk the streets of the

Town where the music sounds.



I've heard in heaven all the people that you've met tell

Stories about you and them. And the

Liars will stay and the dreamers return because the

Gravity needs itself.

And by the pearly gates where people crowd, where apples

Fall and the lines are long. We'll

Sit and talk and watch the heaven's sky. We'll sit there

Waiting for our turn.



So wrap around my scarf and fall asleep, counting

Seconds to the rising sun. Whoever

Gives in first will walk the streets of the

Town where the music sounds.

And by the pearly gates where people crowd, where apples

Fall and the lines are long. We'll

Sit and talk and watch the heaven's sky. We'll sit there

Waiting for our turn.