Every tear, a waterfall. In the night, the stormy night She closed her eyes. In the night, the stormy night Away she flied. Dream of para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise.
When you try your best but you don't succeed, When you get what you want but not what you need, When you feel so tired but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse.
I swam across; I jumped across for you Oh what a thing to do 'Cos you were all yellow I drew a line; I drew a line for you Oh what a thing to do And it was all yellow.
Was a long and dark December, When the banks became cathedrals And a fox became God. Priests clutched onto bibles Hollowed out to fit their rifles And a cross held aloft.
It was a wicked and wild wind Blew down the doors to let me in Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn't believe what I'd become Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh, who would ever want to be king?