Songtext von Paradise

We’d go to sleep at night Into a bed of light Free from unrest You held your shoulders high Let out an ancient cry free from your chest I remember paradise Up where the angels fly Life at the crest And we will be there again Somewhere towards the end No regrets The curtains, covers, sheets and veils Do their best to hide the trial But when you turn to find the road? You can’t go home. You can’t go home Remember, it was paradise You took your own advice That was it You lived inside in your telephone A place you could be alone And champ at the bit Now you are fully grown You make your feelings known Boy, do they stick And now you’re just some device People will look at twice And soon forget You clocked a master on the bus (The object of some ancient lust) He showed you many ancient text And ancient ways to catch your breath You long for a stronger life Something that’s more precise Something ideal You mourn for a world that was A child in you lives because It’s something you feel Unbearable though it seems This is the shape of dreams Bent to a wheel And, now they are mobilised Cut down and phantasise Something real Paradise That was it Telephone Champ at the bit Fully grown Boy, do they stick And now you’re just some device People will look at twice And soon forget The curtains, covers, sheets and veils Do their best to hide the trial But when you turn to find the road You can’t go home. You can’t go home