Rick Springfield

Heaven

Everynight I go to sleep, you're there baby inside my head
What's the secret that you keep
It's not fair baby, I toss in bed
One night I had the strangest dream
Dreamt I made love to you
You better believe it, it felt so real

Spent the night in the sea of love
It's crazy the attraction that I feel, now baby
It hit like a heart attack, I feel in my soul
But the train's running off the track and I can't get control
Sleepwalking in the house of love
I heard Saint Peter was calling
As I was making love to you
Dreamed that I'd died and gone to Heaven
I woke up in your arms
Dreamed that I died and gone to Heaven
Nothing now will ever be the same

Saint Peter call me back again
Take me there baby, you got me good
I want to hear his choir of angels sing
I say a prayer baby, I knock on wood
That every night I wake up restless from the heat
You got to believe I never had such a physical dream baby
It's built on sacred ground, your image in my head
So I lay my body down on the alter of my bed
I wait in the house of love and hope for sleep to come calling
So I'll be making love to you