And our roads that drift apart
Where does mine lead? What 'bout yours?
I feel like it's going nowhere
And our two paths, and our two paths which now diverge
A sweet paradisiacal taste, they had
A lil' "now" tasting like a "too late"
And our hands that drift apart
What are yours doing? And mine?
It seems to me like they're fighting
And our hands, our hands separating
A sweet paradisiacal taste, they had
A lil' "now" tasting like a "too late"
And our eyes that drift apart
Your eyes that close, and mine, too
It seems to me like they're healing
And our eyes, our eyes drifting away
A sweet paradisiacal taste, they had
A lil' "now" tasting like a "too late"
Better dress warmly if, by chance
You were to decide, in Heaven
To go around, walking, at night
You better dress warmly, warmly, just in case
Could you tell what taste paradise has, ya know?1
A lil' "now" that tastes like "go figure"
Tonight I will stay up quite late2
And make sure to, I promise
Walk alone, and leave it to chance
Tonight, tonight, I will stay up late
It will have a lil' taste of you, my dear friend3
A lil' "now" that tastes like a "later"4
It will have a lil' taste of you, my dear friend3
A lil' "now" that tastes like a "later"4
1. lit. "What does paradise taste like? Do you know?"2. lit. "I, tonight, I will stay up late"3. a. b. lit. "A little taste, it'll have of you, my friend"4. a. b. in the sense of "see you later"