Lyrics The Sunday Drivers

The Sunday Drivers

Coming Paradise

It is getting slowly cold

You turn so shy, it makes me worry

You promised me our lives would change

Even these days, that I'm so worried

There's a paradise for us

What you want to be

What you'll never be

It is a dream but it's so real

What you want to see

What you'll never see

Together you and me

You make me worry

And never understand

There's a coming paradise for us

My troubles seemed so far away

Was yesterday, but I'm still worried

Still a light's shining on me

So let it be, I'm still so worried

There's a paradise for us