Heaven Has No Favourites


One night in Lisbon I met a girl

A shadow up in paradise

She was all dressed up in black & white

It was a colourful jive

 

As well I met three comrades, they were a motley crew

Faithful with a spark of truth

It was a time to love & a time to die

A time without a reason why

 

Ch:

Heaven has no favourites

So look up to the sky

Grab yourself a cold beer

Pray the bottle's never dry

Whish for a dream house

A car and a TV

Cause what the hell is praying for

Without a tiny me

 

All quiet on the western plane, no road back

The train’s just a rollin’, it ain't hard to catch

 

C-Part

See the station is at the horizon

Just confess your sins

So you can be on the train

Before it's rollin' in

 

You can keep on, like it's a one way track

And laugh when the circle is taking you back

 

Ch:

Heaven has no favourites

So look up to the sky

Grab yourself a cold beer

Pray the bottle's never dry

Whish for a dream house

A car and a TV

Cause what the hell is praying for

Without a tiny me

 

 

© Words and Music by Ian Andrews