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 trail
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 (That was it)
You lived inside your telephone, a place you could be alone
And chomp at the bit (Chomp at the bit)

And now you are fully grown, you make your feelings known
Boy, do they stick (Boy, do they stick)
And now you're just some device, people will look at twice
And soon forget (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 (Something ideal)
You mourn for a world that was, a child in you lives because
It's something you feel (Something you feel)

Unbearable though it seems, this is the shape of dreams
Bent to a will (Bent to a will)
And now they are mobilised, cut down and fantasise
Something real (Something real)

Paridise, that was it
Telephone, chomp at the bit
Fully grown, boy do they stink

And now you're just some device, people will look at twice
And soon forget (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