paradise

i want to ride the river but the river is dry

too dry

we tried to climb a mountain but we got too high

too high

like foam from the lip of a rabid dog

we cling to a promise with lungs full of smog

i want to ride the river but the river is dry

too dry

oh my sweet lord

this could be a paradise

this could be a paradise

but we're skin and bone

our teeth are all gone

this could be a paradise

i want to ride the river but the river is dry

too dry

we tried to climb a mountain but we got too high

too high

how low can you go when you're held by a spell

dig a little deeper find a new kind of hell

dig a little deeper find a new kind of hell

oh my sweet lord

you don't call to say you love me anymore

this could be a paradise

this could be a paradise

but we're skin and bone

our teeth are all gone

this could be a paradise

this could be a paradise

but we're skin and bone

our teeth are all gone

this could be a paradise

it was heaven knowing you

it was heaven knowing you

it was heaven knowing you

it was heaven knowing you

this could be a paradise

this could be a paradise

but we're skin and bone

our teeth are all gone

this could be a paradise