The Sugarcubes Deus

Deus does not exist. But if he does, he lives in the sky above me, In the fattest largest cloud up there. He s whiter than white and cleaner then clean. He wants to reach me. Deus does not exist. But if he does I always notice him. Getting ready in his airy room. He s picking his gloves so gently off. He wants to touch me. I m walking humbly down a tiny street Pulling my collar it gets bigger, woooh