Strangers In Paradise

At a seat in your kitchen Think of you in your last position Hunkered over a champagne flute With your eyes bright and wild Such concrete definitions Confident about just what's missing. Hop a red-eye to LA soon Got the room in a vice Said it's alright now it's alright All we are is all we'll ever be What happens on the other side we'll see Strangers in paradise A last-minute revision Makes you question your own ambition Wrapped your laughter around the trunk Of a rough afternoon Gonna meet all the angels as they gather at the gates of hell Smokin out of the apple drinking from the well Empty seat in your kitchen Frustrated by my lack of vision Suddenly I'm the last one left with the will or the time But it all works out as it all should All we are is all we'll ever be What happens on the other side we'll see Strangers in paradise Strangers in paradise Strangers in paradise