Testi:
Heaven S Gate On The Edge

on the edge higher and higher We're on the edge We don't live in a permanent passion Never even prepared for What's in and what's out There's a way

on the edge higher and higher We're on the edge We don't live in a permanent passion Never even prepared for What's in and what's out There's a way left

no [Oliver Hartmann:] You've been standing on the edge, lost between the worlds of agony and ecstasy Take your share boy straightaway, it's all heaven

crack on the corner and someone dead, and fire coming out of the monkey's head Chorus: Don't get lost in heaven They got locks on the gate Don't go over

me nothing left to taint I wish I was a nomad, an indian, or a saint Give me walking shoes, feathered arms, and a key to heaven's gate This world falls on

I aim for heaven but I wake up on the floor I'd take up with rattlesnakes to get my point across I'd argue with a parking brake to show em who's the boss

three Hotel accommodation is lovely There's no way they hand us the wrong key Top floor you know the penthouse suite It's plushed out, there's six rooms for two weeks There's

up the fare So Charming was the city with its profitable fair The inhabitants claimed it was the only heaven And said that only dreamers ever venture beyond its gates

ground There was crack on the corner and someone dead And fire coming out of a monkey's head Don't get lost in heaven They got locks on the gate Don