Sometimes it feels like heaven
And sometimes it feels like hell
But you keep on going
Until it gets hard to tell
When your body moves with the grace of an archangel
Like a stroke of genius from Raphael
You lie down on the back seat under covers
And every part of you is aching,
but your face is radiant
Cause you went and tried through the pain
You wrestled with an angel,
you waited in the rain
Saint George and the dragon are oppressed and pay the blame
The sweat upon your forehead did not fall in vain,
it didn't fall in vain
Sometimes it feels like heaven And sometimes it feels like hell
But you
keep on going Until it gets hard to tell
When your body
moves with the grace of an archangel
Like a stroke of genius from Raphael
The crowd was still like a fresco in a
chapel 9-7 in the field of Saint Sebastian
Must have been beside you all the way The greatest match in history,
you put Ben
Walsh to shame Four hours in a Rolex could not put you to
shame You did it for yourself,
now the people sing
your name The people sing your name
Sometimes it feels like heaven And sometimes it feels like hell
But you keep on going Until it gets hard to tell
When your body moves with the grace of an archangel
Sometimes it's a stroke of genius from Raphael
Sometimes it feels like heaven