In the race but out of step... 
You struggle to hold up your head... 
Like a river, you fight your own bed... 
I'm needing backyard sanctuary... 
I'm on breaktime, where the sissies hang... 
Looking for oil in the sand... 
Like a river you gouge out the land... 
Like a drummer who fights the wrong band... 
This is heaven, where the sissies hang... 
A hot shower on a hot day... 
Water hangs in the air like you stayed... 
Like you never went down your own drain... 
I'm doing rain and hurricane... 
I am airborne... 
Where the kisses fly... 
This is heaven and all my friends are there in heaven... this is heaven where the sissies hang...