Heaven Emma Ruth Rundle

Forever want to lay with you
Wanting dust to dust, to fade out
You’re gone

The only church I’ll ever see
Are paper hands calling me
Come home, you’re done

I never was too pretty, just a spirit in this city now
With no one at all
But I’ve never come so far alone
Into something beautiful of my own design

Heaven, I’m done
If one and one and one are three
Something in this life I’ll never see
Baby is gone

The only church I’ll ever know
Is in the Earth, the ground below me says
Come home now, you’re done

I never was a pretty thing
Always fight and sometimes scream
For nothing at all
And I've never come so far alone
Into something beautiful of my own design