Heaven was a place we built out of stone
Just like a fever dream causing mold
And though it pains me to treat you unkind
The God is greater, oh, love is blind

All we want, baby, is everything
All we want, baby, is everything

Heaven was a song we etched in gold
Just like a fever dream in the rose, oh

All we want, baby, is everything
All we want, baby, is everything

And though we hate your friends
Load it up on a train and
Though we hate your friends
The dead emotion

And blood is cold
We'll vacuum where the heart should be
And blood is cold
Like the ocean

With the weight, with the weight, with the weight in the atmosphere
With the weight, with the weight, with the weight in the atmosphere
With the weight, with the weight, with the weight in the atmosphere
With the weight, with the weight, with the weight in the atmosphere

Yeah, our temptation
On its fields that glow
How dare they know
On its fields that were glowing away
With the weight, with the weight, with the weight

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Alexei Perry, Bernard (gb 2) Sumner, Daniel Boeckner, Gillian Lesley Gilbert, Peter Hook, Stephen Paul David Morris