Seventh Heaven

Seventh heaven, I stagger on
Half eleven, my senses is gone
Zig Zag walking, but on the whole
Find my way by remote control

In the mirror my reflection,
Stares at me without affection,
Or surprise

Patterns spinning on the ceiling
Empty bed and empty feeling.

Come tomorrow I'll think again
Till it's time for a drink again

Patterns spinning on the ceiling
Empty bed and empty feeling,
No surprise

In the mirror my reflection,
Stares at me without affection.

Pull your socks up, Tow the line
Like right away there's not much time
It's all worthwhile you'll find out wait and see

Endless rows of unlocked doors
Which one to pick the choice is yours
There before you stand your destiny

In the mirror my reflection,
Stares at me without affection,
Or surprise

In the mirror my reflection,
Stares at me without affection
No surprise

Patterns spinning on the ceiling
Empty bed and empty feeling
No surprise

In the mirror my reflection,
Stares at me without affection
Patterns spinning on the ceiling
Empty bed and empty feeling

In the mirror my reflection,
Stares at me without affection
Patterns spinning on the ceiling
Empty bed and empty feeling