Strato Edge
War Child
"Your Own Sort Of Heaven"
The valley begins to crack at your feet
You run and your dreams would soon retreat
Life is broken and torn astray
The sun rises and proves to be another gray day
And you can build your own sort of heaven
Where you can take all your grief
And throw it away
The fog won't lift
Under the skin
You lay in the forrest with no tress
Don't know where to begin...
Don't know where to begin...
Build your own sort of heaven
With the hands that dealt you guilt
You reach to your soul
Of ashes and coal
You realize you got nothing to hold
You wonder of love torn asunder
Walk to the hills of the promised land
Storm clouds with cracks of thunder
You have a peace of mind
And you burn it down
You can build your own sort of heaven
You can burn it down
Under God and his shadows
Under love and it's pain
Under an empty sky
So let it rain...
So let it rain...
The valley begins to crack at your feet
You run and your dreams would soon retreat
Life is broken and torn astray
The sun rises and proves to be another gray day
And you can build your own sort of heaven
Where you can take all your grief
And throw it away
The fog won't lift
Under the skin
You lay in the forrest with no tress
Don't know where to begin...
Don't know where to begin...
Build your own sort of heaven
With the hands that dealt you guilt
You reach to your soul
Of ashes and coal
You realize you got nothing to hold
You wonder of love torn asunder
Walk to the hills of the promised land
Storm clouds with cracks of thunder
You have a peace of mind
And you burn it down
You can build your own sort of heaven
You can burn it down
Under God and his shadows
Under love and it's pain
Under an empty sky
So let it rain...
So let it rain...