You keep preaching
About some promised land.
Golden sands.
Flowers blooming beneath your feet,
Trees only know of fruit far too sweet.
One could only pray
I think we all want to get there.
Love, it seems,
Is the only way.
But how can I see outside myself,
When my mind is stuck on someone else.
Keep singing to me.
I'll find the answers somewhere.
In the way you touch my hair,
Steal a glance, hold my gaze, make me laugh.
Paradise, I realize,
Isn't that far away.
