Paradise

Walked past the concrete cities Neon cities and beautiful dreams And people called it paradise Endless rows of cars around me The smell of rubber, the business fuss That's how it was That's how it will always be The wind is spinning over me Falling on my face like rain I wish I could stop forever In this paradise But I don't want to And my road lies Past the cities forgotten by God I wish I could stop and pray But I don't want to Sometimes a prophet comes to the city He speaks of God and calls to prayer But all he hears in return is laughter At night, drunk jesters on the streets Searching randomly for paid love And people called this paradise The wind is spinning over me Falling on my face like rain I wish I could stop forever In this paradise But I don't want to And my road lies Past the cities forgotten by God I wish I could stop and pray But I don't want to I walked past the concrete cities Neon cities and beautiful dreams And people called it paradise The cold crowd jumps and rejoices And a lonely star drifts across the sky That's how it was That's how it will always be The wind is spinning over me Falling on my face like rain I wish I could stop forever In this paradise But I don't want to And my road lies Past the cities forgotten by God I wish I could stop and pray But I don't want to