Paradise - Equse
I don't really know
If you're in there with me
I'll keep talking
In case you can hear me
No need to worry
We'll make it out of here
May we find our way back to reality
Take the bike there and follow me
We may have a ride under the palm trees
No need to worry
We'll make it out of here
But if we stay longer
We might fall asleep
Could you take my hands
Sometimes I feel like I'm falling
Inside myself
I built a world that doesn't exist
Drug me or help me
To break down this shell into pieces
Now tears run down
Releasing me from my doubt
