Your eyes are green
You're  coming clean
You speak in tongues
But I know who you are

No angels glide
No horns to hide
No taste, no race
No choir in the mire

Inch away from heaven
And I feel completely bored.
Inch away from heaven
And the loving Lord

Start it up
The engine floods
I'm heading for the brightest spot on earth.

No smile to fake
No heart at stake
No appreciation for the work

Inch away from heaven
And I feel completely bored.
Inch away from heaven
And the loving Lord.

Blemish under watchful eyes
You ripen and repent
Born out of a strange desire
To make you feel so insignificant