Paradise

Feel,
You're taking me back,
To all those feelings of yesterday,
Dark and dusty tracks.
How long can, I stay here,
How long can, I pray here.
You know we'll meet in another space,
You turn around and I see your face,
Oh what a fruit, what a tree, you shall be,
You'll be fed by the mountains, fed by the streams.
Set a sail for paradise, (we can leave in the morning),
Set a sail to paradise (we can leave in the morning).
I know,
When I'm losing control,
I play I am the cosmos,
And let the feelings roll.
How long can, I stay here,
How long can I pray here.
You know we'll meet in another place,
You turn around and I see your face,
Oh and what a fruit, what a tree, you shall be,
You'll be fed by the mounains, the crystal streams,
Then we'll, go for a walk,
We'll hold hands, and start to talk,
Oh what a fruit, what a tree this love will be,
You'll be fed by the mountains, and fed by me.
Set a sail for paradise (we can leave in the morning),
Set a sail for paradise (we can leave in the morning),
Set a sail for paradise (we can leave in the morning),
We can leave in the morning,
We leave in the morning.
Set a sail.
Set a sail.