There were three, then one, then two then four
All I could visualize were knocks on the door
Maybe there were eight, or five, or nine, or seven
Every single second brought me closer to heaven
Could have been six, maybe four, maybe two or maybe even three
In our life death is something we all agree
But if we don't agree on heaven and subtract three from seven
You're left with four, so open it, be a new you and walk out of that door
All I could visualize were knocks on the door
Maybe there were eight, or five, or nine, or seven
Every single second brought me closer to heaven
Could have been six, maybe four, maybe two or maybe even three
In our life death is something we all agree
But if we don't agree on heaven and subtract three from seven
You're left with four, so open it, be a new you and walk out of that door