Paradise
lonely feet on a subway train
at half past midnight
she misses paradise
where every day she would
collect a pocket full of shells
why not give her home away
for another trip to the coastline without a name
our lady train rider flashes back to the nights
where she would stumble drunkenly with
another girl who split her lip in
the heat of passion and paradise
sweet lovely paradise that she
found on an island without a name
At 10pm
you had me there
on the couch
my hand in your hand
while you were somewhere in a dream
your legs were propped up on my thighs
while i stared at you adoringly
as if your eyes were open
and i could hold your heart with my gaze
