Heathen (The Rays)
Steel on the skyline
Sky made of glass
Made for a real world
All things must pass
Ooo
Waiting for something
Looking for someone
Is there no reason?
Have I stared too long?
Ooo, ooo
You say you'll leave me
And when the sun is low
And the rays high
I can see it now
I can feel it die
Ooo, ooo