Paradise

I want to ride the river but the river is dry, too dry
We tried to climb a mountain but we got too high, too high
Like foam from the lip of a rabid dog
We cling to a promise with lungs full of smog
I want to ride the river, but the river is dry, too dry
Oh, my sweet Lord
This could be a paradise
This could be a paradise
But we’re skin and bone
Our teeth are all gone
Oh, this could be a paradise
I want to ride the river but the river is dry, too dry
We tried to climb a mountain but it got too high, too high
How low can you go when you’re held by the spell?
Dig a little deeper for a new kind of hell
Dig a little deeper for a new kind of hell
Oh, my sweet lord
You don’t call to say you love me anymore
This could be a paradise
This could be a paradise
But we’re skin and bone
Our teeth are all gone
Oh, this could be a paradise
This could be a paradise
But we’re skin and bone
Our teeth are all gone
Oh, this could be a paradise
It was heaven knowing you
It was heaven knowing you
It was heaven knowing you
It was heaven knowing you, yeah
This could be a paradise, yeah
This could be a paradise
But we’re skin and bone
Our teeth are all gone
Oh, this could be a paradise