Bogus Paradise.

BOGUS PARADISE
(Jörgen Jansson)

Do you remember all the pictures
The paintings I use to bear in mind
I recall them all and you all to well
Now we know where they took us
Me I can’t take it, no not anymore
One of these days I’m going to make another drawing
One of these days I’m going to rip it apart for all time
All I was is no more me, they are just all a sad memory

I’m tired of paradise, gonna live for something else
Maybe a piece of the truth, maybe the life of the blues
I’m tired of your paradise, paradise incomplete
I’m bored living a life in your bogus paradise

Can you understand the notion I spoke about
The vision of love… the sight of the silver snow
Love is rapped in a box of steel and painted leather
You said you were glad knowing I would be the next in line
You thought we could pick it all up at the lost and found
One of these days I’m going to find another fantasy-painter
One of these days I’m going to put us all up on a white wall
All we were is no more us, we are just figures in this gallery

I’m tired of paradise, gonna live for something else
Maybe a piece of the truth, maybe the life of the blues
I’m tired of your paradise, paradise incomplete
I’m bored living a life in your bogus paradise

Do you remember all those years ago
When time was won and all essence was lost
We were blessed with love and sweety she grows
So I lost my distinction, I quite lost my direction
I guess I never knew what the future had in store
One of these days Ill be gone, my love sweety will remain
One of these days she’ll detect her path back home again
All she is lives in both of us and we last another century

I’m tired of paradise, gonna live for something else
Maybe a piece of the truth, maybe the life of the blues
I’m tired of your paradise, paradise incomplete
I’m bored living a life in your bogus paradise

Don’t reach for the very moment if you do not understand love
There is much hope for you still, to learn about passion and trust
Don’t tramp around with love’s shades late at night - It ain’t right
Give a little more than something to keep a close connection alive

Skriven av: Jörgen Jansson.