Paradise

(альбом: 10:20 - 2012)

I know what it's like to be down here
'Cause I've been down here before
It feels like some kind of paradise
Gives me something worth fighting for
There's a fire in my belly, now you've come unstuck
You been feeding off my scraps, now you're out of luck
And the clouds are dispersed and there's joy and here comes the sun

And you think it's all about you
Yeah, you think it's all about you

See, you don't possess the style you say you possess
And I don't believe you for a minute, you're a mess
You've become so obsessed with the rest of the pack
You've got too far, now you won't be coming back
You said that's all they had left when you came back in those stupid shoe
I know you couldn't bare to face me, so you said you had the flu
You're a top flight gunner, who loves to shoot the runner
Maybe I'm destructive, more constructive than you

And you think it's all about you
Yeah, you think it's all about you

Go and do whatever you do
'Cause you think it's all about you
It's all about you
It's all about you
It's all about you
It's all about you