Ty Segall
Skirts of Heaven

Standing underneath the skirts of Heaven
Your land reaching to me like an ocean

Untouchable by hand
Of any man or woman
The skirts of Heaven

I feel you gently falling on my moonstruck brain
Watch me sleeping until you call on me again

Every rise and bend
Every myth, legend
The skirts of Heaven

Weary, weary
She will let the night commence
And when she tells me to wake up
Mother breaks the silence
Mothеr breaks the silencе

Untouchable by hand
Of any man or woman
The skirts of Heaven

Onward, I'm underneath skirts of Heaven
Wandering underneath skirts of Heaven
Wondering underneath skirts of Heaven
I'm underneath the skirts of Heaven
Of Heaven
Of Heaven
Of Heaven, oh