It doesn't seem to matter much how I spend my time
I never find the syllables to the words...I want to rhyme
I make a million dollars a day just standing on the street
But I cant remember all the elegant people that I meet...
All this pretty paradise is really just passing through
And if you dont believe me than you better look inside of you
And ask yourself some time how can it be like this
Sand how much of this paradise will I really miss?
Looking for some meaning makes me tired sometimes
Until I stop and listen to the one...who is my guide
He s never too far away from the cliff off which I dive
Holding out arms to catch my aimless, flailing shuck and jive
All this pretty paradise is really just passing through
And if you don't believe me than you better look inside of you
And ask yourself some time how can it be like this
Sand how much of this paradise will I really miss?
How much...will I miss...
How long... be like this... paradise...in a strangers kiss...
Waiter, hold my bourbon glass I think I ve seen the light
Tear off all the shutters from my heart that wants to get it right
I don t need your strangers to show me how to touch
The beauty of tomorrows life I've hungered for so much
All this pretty paradise is really just passing through
And if you dont believe me than you better look inside of you
And ask yourself some time how can it be like this
Sand how much of this paradise will I really miss?
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It doesn't seem to matter much how I spend my time
I never find the syllables to the words...I want to rhyme
I make a million dollars a day just standing on the street
But I cant remember all the elegant people that I meet...
All this pretty paradise is really just passing through
And if you dont believe me than you better look inside of you
And ask yourself some time how can it be like this
Sand how much of this paradise will I really miss?
Looking for some meaning makes me tired sometimes
Until I stop and listen to the one...who is my guide
He s never too far away from the cliff off which I dive
Holding out arms to catch my aimless, flailing shuck and jive
All this pretty paradise is really just passing through
And if you don't believe me than you better look inside of you
And ask yourself some time how can it be like this
Sand how much of this paradise will I really miss?
How much...will I miss...
How long... be like this... paradise...in a strangers kiss...
Waiter, hold my bourbon glass I think I ve seen the light
Tear off all the shutters from my heart that wants to get it right
I don t need your strangers to show me how to touch
The beauty of tomorrows life I've hungered for so much
All this pretty paradise is really just passing through
And if you dont believe me than you better look inside of you
And ask yourself some time how can it be like this
Sand how much of this paradise will I really miss?
I never find the syllables to the words...I want to rhyme
I make a million dollars a day just standing on the street
But I cant remember all the elegant people that I meet...
All this pretty paradise is really just passing through
And if you dont believe me than you better look inside of you
And ask yourself some time how can it be like this
Sand how much of this paradise will I really miss?
Looking for some meaning makes me tired sometimes
Until I stop and listen to the one...who is my guide
He s never too far away from the cliff off which I dive
Holding out arms to catch my aimless, flailing shuck and jive
All this pretty paradise is really just passing through
And if you don't believe me than you better look inside of you
And ask yourself some time how can it be like this
Sand how much of this paradise will I really miss?
How much...will I miss...
How long... be like this... paradise...in a strangers kiss...
Waiter, hold my bourbon glass I think I ve seen the light
Tear off all the shutters from my heart that wants to get it right
I don t need your strangers to show me how to touch
The beauty of tomorrows life I've hungered for so much
All this pretty paradise is really just passing through
And if you dont believe me than you better look inside of you
And ask yourself some time how can it be like this
Sand how much of this paradise will I really miss?
Writer: Gwen Hughes
Copyright: Lyrics © REDWARBLER MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © REDWARBLER MUSIC LLC