Testo Pulling Punches

If heaven watches over me Sowing seeds back in the soil With eyes that see, hands that feel Why am I the last to know Sheltered lives spent partially breathing Are gathered together under new religion Pulling punches, sleeping on our feet Pulling punches, I needed someone to comfort me Raised in summer days of splendour Who would've dreamed of love never ending? A better world lies in front of me A sketch of life in the books I read Then as I walk where heaven leads Why am I the last to know? Simple lives spent partially breathing Are gathered together under new religion Pulling punches, sleeping on our feet Pulling punches, I needed someone to comfort me Raised in summer days of splendour Who would've dreamed of love never ending? Nature feeds this nausea Deep inside the heart of me