This View

There's a shadow in my shade I found it right beside the first aid On the private streets I paved Right above the garden I gave The garden I gave away (My oh my, ways we try to save our lives from leaving) (My oh my, ways we try to save our lives, save our lives) Well heaven is a highway And hell is on the move There's fire by my window I've seen it on the news If there's truth in being honest I don't know what to call this view I don't feel the fire I see It's hard to feel the heat on TV It's burning up my screen Without a cloud of smoke to be seen (My oh my, ways we try to save our lives from leaving) (My oh my, ways we try to save our lives, save our lives) Well heaven is a highway And hell is on the move There's fire by my window I've seen it on the news If there's truth in being honest I don't know what to call this Cause everyone's an artist Impressions of the darkest To focus on the flawless Will always be the hardest To find a way with words to say the truth That heaven is a highway And hell is on the move They say it's by my window But I don't believe the news If there's truth in being honest I don't know what to call this view