The Gates of Paradise - David Byrne

I am nothing like my sister

I am nothing like my mom

You can’t see me in my father

Wonder where did I come from?

And the laws of men are not the laws of heaven

And angel’s breath is like the desert wind

And terrorists are acting out of love, sweet love

To bring us home again

It’s a sin to seek perfection

It’s a sin to help the poor

It’s a sin to hold convictions

For none of them are true

And the laws of men are not the laws of heaven

And angel’s breath is like the desert wind

And terrorists are acting out of love, sweet love

To bring us home again

Beware of good intentions

And the passion in their eyes

For none of them can open

The gates of paradise