No Doors - Grandma

You might love it, you might hate it

We could rough it, complicate it

You could be Heaven

We could be Heaven

You might fix it, you might break it

You might give it, confiscate it

You could be Heaven

We could be Heaven

I’m addicted, I’m elated

To be having such a complication

You could be Heaven

We could be Heaven

I can throw the weight of the world around my heart

And have you jump inside

G wagon, no doors

And have you jump inside

I can throw the weight of the world around my heart

And have you jump inside

G wagon, no doors

And have you jump inside

I can throw the weight of the world around my heart

And have you jump inside

G wagon, no doors

And have you jump inside

Maybe heaven ain’t real but you are

And good people come fewer and fewer

You’re banking heavy on what’s in the future

They’re waiting 'round to pretend that they knew ya

Ooh, we’ve done a lot and

It’s true, nothing tops when

You, tell me what we’re not

You, tell me what we’re not

You might love it, you might hate it

We could rough it, complicate it

But you could be Heaven

But we could be Heaven

I can throw the weight of the world around my heart

And have you jump inside

G wagon, no doors

And have you jump inside

I can throw the weight of the world around my heart

And have you jump inside

G wagon, no doors

And have you jump inside