Made in Heaven<b> perfume</b> from <b>A lab On Fire</b>. Residing in the atmosphere, she descends, wings spread. She calls out, Make love. Make a promise. Make it last. Through the window comes possibility, an opening. Through the unbarred window, a white cloud-ridge. Be enveloped - join hands in perfect union. On a gust of wind, wings fanned out, she alights.