I'm still searching Can 't define my religion On a Sunday , April the 21st I will understand that I've waited too long All these little things I try to tell you in a song In Paris we can't meet for the show And my birthday present you will never know Sometimes it's hard to explain These words for the end of the lane So far away from heaven I'm standing here so far away You found the island to escape beside a tree Dry my tears while you sleep When your brother died 37 days ago I felt he took a part of you You where so afraid then to leave him alone In dreams he can reach for your hand You followed the way to the end So far away from heaven I'm standing here so far away You found the island to escape beside a tree Dry my tears I'm so alone In this beautiful mind So anodyne These tears in my eyes Initial greatness And the spirit is gone Replaced by the burden Of a quite contrived version of what we call life …but we have to carry on So far away from heaven I'm standing here so far away You found the island to escape beside a tree Dry my tears, dry my tears dry my tears So far away from heaven I'm standing here so far away You found the island to escape beside a tree Dry my tears, while you sleep