Birds of Paradise
Adam Miller, John Padgett, Ruth Radelet
Baby, when I first saw you,
I knew you held the keys to my heart,
And in the setting sun we flew away
To a broken kind of paradise
Where time would stand still.
You are the black sky
Always running from the sun.
Paralyzed, I dug a well deep inside.
I kissed the tide,
You held the moon
And carried the stars
Like life was a memory
And death just a possibility.
You are the black sky
Always running from the sun.
You're always running from the sun.
