Birds Of Paradise

Baby, when I first saw you,

I knew you held the keys to my heart,

and in the setting sun we flew away

to a broken kind of paradise

where time would stand still.

You are the black sky

always running from the sun.

Paralyzed, I dug a well deep inside.

I kissed the tide,

you held the moon

and carried the stars

like life was a memory

and death just a possibility.

You are the black sky

always running from the sun.

You're always running from the sun.