Painting Paradise


Moving closer to the harbor,
Rusted boats line the frozen dock
Moving closer to my freedom,
Moving further from your touch
Moving closer to the city,
See smoke signals and hear loud drums
Feel the weight of life inside me,
Clear the dead dreams from my head

[chorus:]

And she said, "oh,
Speak low when you speak love"
And she said, "oh,
Speak low when you speak love"

Traffic sounds and senseless sirens,
Acts of love and facts of violence
Screaming voices lost to silence,
Hands stretched up to distant stars

[chorus]

Painting paradise
Painting paradise

Painting paradise
Painting, painting paradise

Show me your hands, (SHOW ME)
Lift up your eyes, (LIFT UP)
Give me the strength
To see through the lies

[chorus]

Oh,
Speak low when you speak love
Oh,
Speak low when you speak love







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