Testo No Paradise

To keep that feeling of sky
Pressed between words
It can’t be done
So why do I try?
Why do I try?

Twig by twig, the dove builds its nest
To carry its future, storm after storm So I make a home for you in me
Brick by brick
Storm after storm
Storm after storm
With the instinct of an insect
That senses peril yet flies towards warmth
One tender touch can last a whole lifetime

To keep that feeling of love
Pressed into song
It can’t be done
So why do I try?
In the hope that you will hear it
So far away
So dimly alive But alive