Lletres: Charlotte Gainsbourg. IRM. Heaven Can Wait.

She's sliding, she's sliding
Down to the dregs of the world
She's fighting, she's fighting
The urge to make sand out of pearls

Heaven can wait
And hell's too far to go
Somewhere between what you need
And you know
And they are trying to drive
The escalator into the ground

She's hiding, she's hiding
On a battleship with baggage to roam
There's thunder, there's lightning
And an avalanche of faces you know.

Heaven can wait
And hell's too far to go
Somewhere between what you need
And you know
And they are trying to drive
The escalator into the ground

And you left your credentials
In a Greyhound station
With a first aid kit and a flashlight
Going to a desert unknown

Heaven can wait
And hell's too far to go
Somewhere between what you need
And you know
And they are trying to drive
The escalator into the ground