The Gates Of Paradise

I am nothing like my sister I am nothing like my mom You can't see me in my father Wonder where did I come from? And the laws of men are not the laws of heaven And angel's breath is like the desert wind And terrorists are acting out of love, sweet love To bring us home again It's a sin to seek perfection It's a sin to help the poor It's a sin to hold convictions For none of them are true And the laws of men are not the laws of heaven And angel's breath is like the desert wind And terrorists are acting out of love, sweet love To bring us home again Beware of good intentions And the pa*sion in their eyes For none of them can open The gates of paradise