Trophy (feat. Josh T. Pearson)

The trophy that I made for us In fur and gold Got into the wrong pair of hands In truth was sold They bought it for oh so much less Than it was worth And every man that touched it Found a heaven on earth Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms The queens and the court jesters Clapped, adored Their hearts swelled to Overdrive and mercy soared Mercy this and mercy that Let justice prevail But I just want my trophy back It's not for sale Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Creatures of mercy Shoot shoot Shoot them down And set me free Creatures of mercy Shoot shoot Shoot them down And set me free When I got my trophy back It took some time To polish it, to go from black And shoot the lion When I put it back inside I locked the door A trophy of mercy Is a trophy no more Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Creatures of mercy Shoot shoot Shoot them down And set me free Creatures of mercy Shoot shoot Shoot them down And set me free