Paradise - Jon Bryant
Composer：Jacob Summers/Jon Bryant
Why talk with no answers
Nobody callin' me
I feel I'm on the outskirts
Of California dreams
I'm asking every question
But no one seems to know why
I'll tell you all my secrets
I know you listen
When you ask me if I mean it
Nobody cares enough
But finally you see it
And now you wanna know why
Wanna know why
Well I don't wanna take the road of another
But I don't wanna be the last to arrive
I just wanna hold the hand of another
Like I'm living in my own paradise
One foot on the border
The vultures wait on
Every crux and every corner
I shook the hands of fate
To step out of the order
Don't throw me back in the line
Days turn into seasons
I'm tryin' to change the pace
And give you all the reasons
This path is worth the pain
I know we'll finally see it
And maybe then you'll know why
Then you'll know why
Well I don't wanna take the road of another
But I don't wanna be the last to arrive
I just wanna hold the hand of another
Like I'm living in my own paradise
I can see it fill the horizon
Technicolor dreams
Coming to life
Well I don't wanna take the road of another
But I don't wanna be the last to arrive
I just wanna hold the hand of another
Like I'm living in my own paradise
I don't wanna take the road of another
But I don't wanna be the last to arrive
I just wanna hold the hand of another
Like I'm living in my own paradise
In my own paradise
