Paradise is Waiting

Paradise is waiting Paradise is waiting I can see you standing in the sun Paradise is waiting Paradise is waiting I can see you standing in the sun Every night I dream about a man who takes my place Tells me to go up, up into the highest mountain In the dream I wait, among the lonely ancient beings ’Til I hear that voice, telling me to come to paradise Paradise is waiting Paradise is waiting I can see you standing in the sun Paradise is waiting Paradise is waiting I can see you standing in the sun So I leave that place From the land to sail the seas Everywhere I go, [?] I begin to think, maybe this was all a dream Then I hear that voice, calling like an echo “Paradise” Paradise is waiting Paradise is waiting I can see you standing in the sun Paradise is waiting Paradise is waiting I can see you standing in the sun If we should go back To what we once were And the feelings we had Then maybe there’s life in the things that have died Maybe we’ll find that the true paradise is waiting inside If we should go back To what we once were And the feelings we had Then maybe there’s life in the things that have died Maybe we’ll find that the true paradise is waiting inside Paradise is waiting Paradise is waiting I can see you standing in the sun Paradise is waiting Paradise is waiting I can see you standing in the sun Paradise, paradise, paradise Paradise, paradise, paradise Paradise, paradise, paradise Paradise, paradise, paradise If we should go back To what we once were And the feelings we had Then maybe there’s life in the things that have died Maybe we’ll find that the true paradise is waiting inside If we should go back To what we once were And the feelings we had Then maybe there’s life in the things that have died Maybe we’ll find that the true paradise is waiting inside If we should go back To what we once were And the feelings we had Then maybe there’s life in the things that have died Maybe we’ll find that the true paradise is waiting inside If we should go back To what we once were And the feelings we had Then maybe there’s life in the things that have died Maybe we’ll find that the true paradise is waiting inside