He wrote it in a letter
He was a friend of mine
He heard you could see your future
Inside a glass of water
With ripples and the rhymes
He asked `Will I see heaven in mine?`
Oh that is just the way it was,
and nothing could be better,
and nothing ever was.
And they say you can see your future,
inside a glass of water,
with riddles and the rhymes
but `will I see heaven in mine?’
Son, don`t ask,
Neither how full nor empty is your glass,
Cling to the mast
Spend your whole life living in the past
Going nowhere fast
So he wrote it on a wall
The hollowest of halos
Is no halo at all
and Televisions selling plastic figurines of leaders
Saying nothing at all
And you chime
Stars in heaven align
Son, don`t ask,
Neither how full nor empty is your glass,
Cling to the mast
Spend your whole life living in the past
Going nowhere fast
What are we drinking when we’re done …
just glasses of water