Paradise کے بول

To struggle on in sweet decay Or to hunger 'til you're blind And the ones you love and the ones you hate Oh, they are never far behind Oh, but to sacrifice the little girls To leave their bones behind 'Cause the more you take, well the more you lose And you will never know peace of mind Hard to find paradise Before it's lost, I will try To find paradise Before it's lost, I will try To be the tree that bears the fruit Oh, to scratch until you bleed But for all the lies and the broken vows There was a shallow truth beneath Oh and the merry pair, they lead the wisp In the [?] of you And young kin will now carry you Will least be free of your leaves Hard to find paradise Before it's lost, I will try To find paradise Before it's lost, I will try