Broadcast in Heaven

I’d like to be broadcast in heaven
I’d like to be famous in hell
I’d like to be hummed by the angels
I’d like to be danced to by devils
So wherever you go,
You will hear me calling you
And there is not any last thing we do
See, I just wrote another song for you
And I can make something new about us
With or without you
The lonely days are gone now
The lonely days are gone now
So they say
What could I give to push that door?
What should I lose to get a little more?
Reason could be the first thing to leave
A soothing thought: now madness is a treat
But there are things impossible to share
Like blood and heartbeats, so I’m counting what is left
Oh I still have the holy holy anger
Because you made sure I couldn’t care
I can make something new
About us, with or without you
And the lonely days are gone now,
The lonely days are gone now,
So they say