You can only walk on water for a while Until the current pulls you down You'll find yourself catching a cold In the driest part of town Oh, my love, the things won't ever fade They will just float out of view Oh, my love, you're bound to tragedy For heaven only lies to you, baby So you run on down to the church house For a hot meal and some glue But you just catch Saint Peter's louse And a dirty pair of shoes Oh, my love, there is an endless wasteland That grows upon your shore Oh, my love, this dream will never end For heaven only lies to you, my love Love My love My love My love My love My love