Little Haven / Toad The Wet Sprocket

Opened my eyes
the fire had come
not for the end of days
not for the faithless ones
not for vision understood
burns because it has to burn
change'll happen whether we
are still or moving

breathe in waves of doubt
bitter in your mouth
you will exhale cinnamon clouds

when it is quiet and still
i can feel older here
change what i can and pray
the hope will not disappear
when we are not denying anything
nothing is an enemy
delicately balancing
the perfect world
ride these waves of doubt
bitter in your mouth
you will exhale cinnamon clouds

little heaven,
riding waves of doubt,
turns me inside out,
i will exhale primal shout,
little heaven,
i understand,
the fire will come,
not for the strength of will,
or passion of anyone,
i understand,
the fire will come,
not for the end of days,
not for the faithless ones.

Music by: Todd Nichols, Glen Phillips, and Toad
Lyrics by: Glen Phillips