Taste of Heaven - The Chain Gang of 1974

There’s a picture frame inside those eyes

There he stands alone, a boy who cries

With an old man standing to my right

He’s staring at my empty life

Go and try to change my mind

Thunder rolling down my spine

Push along through my wrongs

I’m breaking these walls

So I stand outside your window

With my hands up towards the sky

With the hopes of dancing on this street

So I wait outside for the taste of heaven

There’s an answer in the desert sun

The vulture cries «the war is won!»

On a highway burning my last chance

I’m driving fast, I won’t look back

Go and try to change my mind

Thunder rolling down my spine

Push along through my wrongs

I’m breaking these walls

So I stand outside your window

With my hands up towards the sky

With the hopes of dancing on this street

So I wait outside for the taste of heaven

Break the silence

Truth or violence

You chose to let me go

You gave me no reason

No chance to believe in

Only let downs show that I’m still alive

So I stand outside your window

With my hands up towards the sky

With the hopes of dancing on this street

So I wait outside for the taste of heaven