Seventh Heaven

(álbum: Forging Ahead - 1982)

Seventh heaven, I stagger on
Half eleven, my senses gone
Zig zag walking, but on the whole
Find my way by remote control

In the mirror my reflection
Stares at me without affection, or surprise
Patterns spinning on the ceiling
Empty bed and empty feeling

Come tomorrow I'll think again
Till it's time for a drink again

Patterns spinning on the ceiling
Empty bed and empty feeling, no surprise
In the mirror my reflection
Stares at me without affection

Pull your socks up, tow the line (who me)
Like right away there's not much time (what now)
It's all worthwhile you'll find out wait and see
(Another day)
Endless rows of unlocked doors (oh yeah)
Which one to pick the choice is yours (I see)

There before you stands your destiny

In the mirror my reflection
Stares at me without affection, or surprise

In the mirror my reflection
Stares at me without affection
Patterns spinning on the ceiling
Empty bed and empty feeling
In the mirror my reflection
Stares at me without affection
Patterns spinning on the ceiling
Empty bed and empty feeling