So you’re calling this paradise?
Lead me out now.
Make no more vows.
Until I’m at a safe distance.
See, you’re showing your heart again.
Are we foolish for attempting the same?
Not a masquerade, nothing here but dust and corpses.
Laying in our wake, hoping they can save.
Every part we need, left here as a warning.
But I’m in your arms, and here comes early morning.
This isn’t my paradise.
No sunshine, low clouds.
Nothing here’s mine.
But you’re calling it paradise.
Because I smiled when I saw you.