Paradise is waiting
Paradise is waiting
I can see you standing in the sun
Paradise is waiting
Paradise is waiting
I can see you standing in the sun

Every night I dream about a man who takes my place
Tells me to go up, up into the highest mountain
In the dream I wait, among the lonely ancient beings
'Til I hear that voice, telling me to come to paradise

Paradise is waiting
Paradise is waiting
I can see you standing in the sun
Paradise is waiting
Paradise is waiting
I can see you standing in the sun

So I leave that place
From the land to sail the seas
Everywhere I go, covered in an endless shadow
I begin to think, maybe this was all a dream (this was all a dream)
Then I hear that voice, calling like an echo "Paradise"

Paradise is waiting
Paradise is waiting
I can see you standing in the sun
Paradise is waiting
Paradise is waiting
I can see you standing in the sun

If we should go back
To what we once were
And the feelings we had
Then maybe there's life in the things that have died
Maybe we'll find that the true paradise is waiting inside

If we should go back
To what we once were
And the feelings we had
Then maybe there's life in the things that have died
Maybe we'll find that the true paradise is waiting inside

Paradise is waiting
Paradise is waiting
I can see you standing in the sun
Paradise is waiting
Paradise is waiting
I can see you standing in the sun

Paradise, paradise, paradise
Paradise, paradise, paradise

Paradise, paradise, paradise
Paradise, paradise, paradise

If we should go back
To what we once were
And the feelings we had
Then maybe there's life in the things that have died
And maybe we'll find that the true paradise is waiting inside

If we should go back
To what we once were
And the feelings we had
Then maybe there's life in the things that have died
Maybe we'll find that the true paradise is waiting inside

If we should go back
To what we once were
And the feelings we had
Then maybe there's life in the things that have died
Maybe we'll find that the true paradise is waiting inside

If we should go back
To what we once were
And the feelings we had
Then maybe there's life in the things that have died
Maybe we'll find that the true paradise is waiting inside

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Writer(s): Jean-Phillip Grobler