Testo Paradise

I want to ride the river but the river is dry
We tried to climb a mountain but we got too high
Like foam from the lip of a rabid dog, we cling to a promise with lungs full of smog
I want to ride the river but the river is dry
Oh my sweet lord
This could be a paradise
But we’re skin and bone
Our teeth are all gone This could be a paradise
I want to ride the river but the river is dry
We tried to climb a mountain but we got too high
How low can you go when you’re held by a spell
Dig a little deeper find a new kind of hell
Oh my sweet lord you don’t call to say you love me anymore
This could be a paradise
But we’re skin and bone
Our teeth are all gone
This could be a paradise
It was heaven knowing you
This could be a paradise