Heaven made you for good reason And destructive character traits Got some space as well Moon is white, Sun sometimes orange Not meant to be disconnected From the setting of our time I would like to make appointment With our great creator But his doorbell I can’t find. Church on Sunday is simply Not my motto Still I got a lot of lived religion On my mind Chorus: Thank you for ten thousand possibilities And the ability to decide Thank you for the motor creativity And for the difference between Low and high Thank you for the words A better world Though we got worse Some are still waiting for surprise Thank you for the truth including Lies and for my hope That I’m still alive Heaven made you right in heaven And changing of the seasons Has been made In heaven right as well Though time is quick, Life’s sometimes boring We’re meant to be creators Of the sunset and the rise I would like to make Have a chat with our great instructor The voice answering is mine To say a little prayer Has to soon become my motto Things are so religious definition, Not defined – Chorus – How could heaven made You for no reason When attitude of questioning Got some space as well Moon is gone (or not), When sun is shining Someone meant to be Creator of this Well functioning game I would like to make conversation With all living people Standing Questioning aside To have good communication With someone I can talk to Is officially religious And religion’s hard to find – Chorus –