i open my eyes beautiful world rain from the sky eyes of a local man i open my eyes beautiful world beauty at hand eyes of a local man nostalgia heaven must be made of it sleep away the bad days of our lives its alright wake up on the right side of the bed and watch the sunrise walk old familiar in the dark in the city of change when theres something strange in the neighbourhood what feels right nostalgia heaven must be made of it i had a heavy dream it was such a feeling you woke up and we never said goodbye nostalgia heaven must be made of it