Looking out the window
as the mountains fade away,
silent, yet there’s still so much to say.
I’m much too tired to weep,
but i just can’t fall asleep,
as I rise above the clouds
of black and grey, to paradise.
Is paradise a sad fading ghost,
who disappeared somewhere,
along this misty coast?
See her footsteps heading home,
through the sand and the foam,
where was I when she needed me the most?
I feel the sun sinking
over the wood of holly hills,
I am trembling yet the world feels so still.
I’m much to tired to try,
but I just can’t say goodbye,
nor sink into my sad and broken will.
Is paradise a sad fading ghost,
who disappeared somewhere,
along this tearstained coast.
See her footsteps heading home,
through the sand and the foam,
where was she when I needed her the most.
Gazing at the waves,
as days shadow fades away,
if only I could find the words to say.
If I could find her on this shore
I wouldn’t search anymore,
God I hope that she just hasn’t gone away.
Well I hope that she just hasn’t gone away.
Paradise can I come home,
if it’s all or nothing I will give it all.
See my footsteps coming home,
through the sand and the foam
Let me be there when you need me the most,
I’ll be there when you need me the most.
Paradise, won’t you come on home,
I’m coming home.
