Gone to heaven, In a tub, A mildly embarrassing tale of woe, Not a pretty sight, But a nice way to go. There's Christmas crackers with your name inside, If you're free why don't you sing a fee song. We shared a window With a pretty view, Where once there was wonder, there's now just colour, A blur to me, But maybe not to others. I don't look through now, I'm afraid to see, If you're free why don't you sing a fee song. Separation. Gone to heaven On a cloud, And though they laugh, you know inside That no-one ever loves a clown, But if the people clap, You'll do it all again, Just hope than everything makes it's own sense In the end. Separation. Separation. There's not many things as sad as a song bird That no longer sings. There's not many things as sad as a song bird That no longer sings. Separation. There's not many things as sad as a song bird That no longer sings. There's not many things as sad as a song bird That no longer sings. Separation