The voices out on the road tonight,
  Are cutting through like a knife.
  He's seeing, but he's not believing,
  'Cause without her, he's only grieving,
  And he's asking...

    Who stole her from heaven?
    And how much time has she got?
    This girl goes to eleven,
    How could you think she's not?

  Angels from above have sent her,
  To be with him and find him a cure.
  For his life compass had been put away,
  Now he can leave there for another day
  And he's asking...

    Who stole her from heaven?
    And how much time has she got?
    This girl goes to eleven,
    How could you think she's not?

  She's perfectly not perfect,
  But that's exactly what he sees.
  It's her that he loves and protects,
  He's wondering if she's here to stay
  And he's asking...

    Who stole her from heaven?
    And how much time has she got?
    This girl goes to eleven,
    How could you think she's not
	From heaven