Close to Paradise

05/17/2005 >> Listen(mp3)

She's floating in his head
Like an amoeba with no ambition
Swimming 'round instead
Causing chronic preoccupation

He was barely alive
Wasting away, resigned to counting moments
She smiled at him in her way
A ray of light in that darkest darkness

The morning sun became a welcome sight for sad eyes
Drew him close to paradise
Opened his eyes so he could see
Just a glimpse of what his life could be

And she'll go on and on her way
Just out of reach for another day
Only one thing can save him now
If he can bring himself to tell her how
Things should be

She's floating in his head
Like an amoeba with no ambition
Swimming 'round instead
Causing chronic preoccupation

He threw bad habits away
And tried to sell a superior product
She lacked the means to pay
Its all wrapped up in a bad investment

What's he to do with his hopes and dreams?
Let them wash away in temporal streams?
What's left in life if he lets her go?
Resign himself to fate's amoral flow?

And she'll go on and on her way
Just out of reach for another day
Only one thing can save him now
If he can bring himself to tell her

And she'll go on and on her way
Just out of reach for another day
Only one thing can save him now
If he can find a way to tell her
He loves her.