I guess it's my paradise
To find his hidden reflections
On items covered by blackness,
And hear birds in his voice.
I guess it's my paradise
Lights from a window tell me:
One touch away is the heaven
'Twas painted into his eyes.
And i don't mind he doesn't know
Who i am, what i do,
That i walk barefoot on ice,
Blizzard and storm through and through,
And that vanilla snowflakes
Keep falling within my dreams...
He'll stay forever in my thoughts
And on my mind, and it means
There is no shame in screaming out loud
That i am in love
Few words he said in just three minutes
Burned right into my blood,
And though i tell myself
That everything is fine, so it be
I know for sure, i still need him...
Here with me.
I guess it's my paradise
To go flower hunting,
Trying to save them from bad wind,
Then lie that they are a gift.
And just 'cause you are in it
I meet each frozen dawn rising
Over your planet's horizon
Where bridges keep people split.