Heaven

Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised

Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised

Kissing and running, kissing and running away

Kissing and running, kissing and running away

Senses be praised

Senses be praised

You're my saving grace, saving grace

Nothing will harm you

Nothing will stand in your way

Nothing, Nothing

Nothing will stop you

And nothing will stand in your way

No one will harm you

No one will stand in your way

No one will bar you

Nothing will stand in your way

Nothing

There's nothing