Heaven - Jenny Hval

O heaven o heaven

The next queens bound train

Is two stations away

From tvedestrand

My white gown that curls around

The harbour fetal style

I never was a girly girl forgive me

From the very back of the church choir

I am standing lone alto range

Girl in black

The front row clasp their hands now

They're singing with devotion

I separate from feeling

Complex harmonic motion

Harmonic motion

What's wrong with their voices

I sing like this when I'm at home

I shut my mouth and ran away

Spot out that neoliberal

Girly heart that held no blood and made no beat

Just vibrated sweetly in the chest

But I'm 33 now that's jesus age

And girl spaces come back to me

I want to sing religiously you know

Airy more than necessary

Climbing the ladders just to fall

Uncontrollably to heaven

I'm 33 now that's jesus age

To heaven

O heaven

I'm standing in a graveyard of girls

O tvedestrand o white gown

The tombstones are so tall and hard

I want to sit on them

Put death inside my body I want

Ah ah ah ah ah

So much death I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I just want to feel

So much death so much death

A hole to nowhere a hole to nowhere