We've finally made a great escape; 
Tell me friend, what is this place? 
The look on your face says it all...

The blades of grass refuse to bend
And I can see right through you friend
Oh, what kind of trickery is this?

Oh Lord, I've waited so long for this...
Now that I'm here I don't know where to go

Here in the foothills of heaven
I hope to be rid of the world I have known

From the hills came beings of light:
Such glorious creatures
Such a glorious sight
Ah, I couldn't help but tremble

And here at the sight of an angel
It never occurred what a wretch I had been [bad word] now, follow me gladly
Soon all the grass you shall learn how to bend

The world you [bad word] from is filled with the [bad word] of miserable tongues
Oh, the journey is cumbersome
This great divorce you shall soon [bad word] 
Soon [bad word] 

Here int eh foothills of heaven
It's hard to believe what I've seen
Sometimes my eyes can deceive me
I'm weary of all that I fail to perceive