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 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      So beware of good intentions   And the passion in their eyes   For none of them can open   The Gates of Paradise