Saviour

would you really want to go to paradise, all alone?
and could you really disown, all the love that you own
because it was some god's advice?

spit it my face, save me from grace
save me from fate, before it's too late
but don't you know you can't be saved from heaven
can't be delivered from salvation
all my wishes left me a delinquent
praying for hell in a police station
a victim of some god's abandonment
looking like hunger and salivation

would you really want to go to paradise, all alone?
and could you really disown, all the love that you own
because it was some god's advice?

once I was a martyr
for a love and a cause
you held me fast, in lovely jaws
crossing fingers
hoping you would linger for a little while
shed a little sunshine, shed a little smile
but the Lord took you to a promised land
that I could never lead you to with my hand

baby won't you tell me, ain't heaven grand?