Текст песни Too Much of Heaven - Eiffel 65

Too much of heaven
Can bring you underground
Heaven
Can always turn around
Too much of heaven
A life and soul hellbound
Heaven
The killer makes no sound

Too much of heaven
Can bring you underground
Heaven (Yeah)
Can always turn around
Too much of heaven (Heaven)
A life and soul hellbound
Heaven (Yeah)
The killer makes no sound

You're still talkin' about money
That's right, and too much of heaven
Come on, my friend
Let me tell you what it's all about
It's called money dependence today
And people just keep on goin' on
Lookin' at the dollar bill
And nothin' else around them
No love, and no friendship, nothin' else
Just the dollar bill comin' on into their pocket
Into their bank account
And that's too much of heaven
Bringin' them underground

Let me tell you what it's all about
It's called money dependence today
And people just keep on goin' on
Lookin' at the dollar bill
And nothin' else around them
No love, and no friendship, nothin' else
Just the dollar bill comin' on into their pocket
Into their bank account
(Much, much, much, much, much, much)

Too much of heaven
Can bring you underground
Heaven (Yeah)
Can always turn around
Too much of heaven (Heaven)
A life and soul hellbound
Heaven (Yeah)
The killer makes no sound

Too much of heaven
Can bring you underground
Heaven (Yeah)
Can always turn around
Too much of heaven (Too much of heaven)
A life and soul hellbound (Whoo-hoo-oo)
Heaven
The killer makes no sound
Instrumental

You're still talkin' about money
That's right, and too much of heaven
Come on, my friend
Let me tell you what it's all about
It's called money dependence today
And people just keep on goin' on
Lookin' at the dollar bill
And nothin' else around them
No love, and no friendship, nothin' else
Just the dollar bill comin' on into their pocket
Into their bank account
And that's too much of heaven
Bringin' them underground

Let me tell you what it's all about
It's called money dependence today
And people just keep on goin' on
Lookin' at the dollar bill
And nothin' else around them
No love, and no friendship, nothin' else
Just the dollar bill comin' on into their pocket
Into their bank account
(Much, much, much, much, much, much)

Too much of heaven
Can bring you underground
Heaven (Yeah)
Can always turn around
Too much of heaven (Heaven)
A life and soul hellbound
Heaven (Yeah)
The killer makes no sound

Too much of heaven
Can bring you underground
Heaven (Yeah)
Can always turn around
Too much of heaven (Too much of heaven)
A life and soul hellbound (Whoo-hoo-oo)
Heaven
The killer makes no sound