Problem in Paradise Songtext
von Gold Man

I have found my problem in paradise
All I hear is the sound of strays roaming
The streets where we all go to play
The streets where we all hope to live one day
But until then, I guess I′ll have to wait

Watching days go by
Hoping I'm still wise
By the time I leave
It′s queer how much I love it here


So you look me in the eye
And tell me you're leaving
Well that much I could surmise
And I've known for a while
Let′s at least go out in style, oh

Rain still falls on the beaches
Clouds still gray the day
Lessons still don′t teach us
We pull ourselves away
Grass still fades whichever side you think you roam
It's clear now that I never really left my home
Rain still falls on the beaches
Clouds still gray the day
Lessons still don′t teach us
We pull ourselves away
We pull ourselves away