I know a place, where we could be heroes.
I'm just looking for faith, I'm looking for a voice.
Where have you gone, Paradise Lost?
The glorious way again.
She calls sometimes for a paradise gone,
Cries for a paradise where the junkies get high again.
Know a place, think that's where she goes.
We used to drink in that glass, listen to that browse.
Where have you gone, Paradise Lost?
The glorious way my friend.
She calls sometimes for a paradise gone,
Cries for a paradise where the junkies get high again.
Standing in the black night
There, everything was so bright.
Flying in the awesome air
…the moonlight.
She's made for you if you dare
Then she have me a piece.
Make some children
Dreaming yellow and white.
They told me how to say, things I did'nt know