Paradise

She told the Times about you babe, and now they talk In Paradise, we climbed until we couldn’t walk I don’t want to be here, now or ever I don’t want to take this road at night Take me as your sinner Take me as your bride I don’t want to say it’s now or never But take me home tonight They know your work, they know your face They know your name I don’t want to stand here in your weather I don’t want to talk about your shame Take me as your sinner Take me as your bride I don’t want to say it’s now or never But take me home tonight We were waiting in that twentieth story room Didn’t think that we would find ourselves there so soon You were checking out the quality of the light We were walking on a wire Take me as your sinner Take me as your bride I don’t want to say it’s now or never But take me home tonight