LUMP - Paradise lyrics
[LUMP - Paradise lyrics]
We 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 trail
But when you turn to find the road
You can’t go home, you can’t go home
Remеmber, it was paradise
You took your own advice that was it
You livеd 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 texts
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 mobilized
Cut down and fantasize 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
Curtains, covers, sheets, and veils
Do their best to cloak the trail
But when you turn to find the road
You can’t go home, you can’t go home
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 trail
But when you turn to find the road
You can’t go home, you can’t go home
Remеmber, it was paradise
You took your own advice that was it
You livеd 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 texts
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 mobilized
Cut down and fantasize 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
Curtains, covers, sheets, and veils
Do their best to cloak the trail
But when you turn to find the road
You can’t go home, you can’t go home