The last thing she ever said to me was,
how do you keep a fool in suspense?
I've been waiting for a phone call ever since.
And when early morning supper time
is the only one you'll know,
you need some dreams to make you let the others go.
And I guess that this is paradise,
I have no one to complain.
All that I could ever want,
so happily beneath me.
So forgive this empty feeling,
though a tiny hope remains.
If I could just communicate,
I'd leave my parents to their fate.
So I run out to meet my destiny,
to make it on my mistake.
Destruction or redemption in my own.
Could it be the only thing I need is simply just to see?
The outcome is the bitch about being free.
And I guess that this is paradise,
I have no one to complain.
All that I could ever want,
so happily beneath me.
So forgive this empty feeling,
though a tiny hope remains.
If I could just communicate,
I'd leave my parents to their fate.
Leave it up to fate.
Yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah.
Leave it up to fate.
Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah.
Restless I am,
shaking the restraints that make me wait.
But somehow I should break free and escape.
So remember me,
try to believe that in some way I still care.
I like to think I do, but from out there.
I got to this paradise,
I have no one to complain.
All that I could ever want,
so happily beneath me.
So forgive this empty feeling,
though a tiny hope remains.
If I could just communicate,
I'd leave my parents to their fate.
And I guess that this is paradise,
I have no one to complain.
All that I could ever want,
so happily beneath me.
So forgive this empty feeling,
though a tiny hope remains.
If I could just communicate,
I'd leave my parents to their fate.