A man, drifting in an open sea.
Shipwrecked, clinging to a broken beam.
Waters on his neck as he strains to catch his breath.
Drifting in the boundaries, built by his own hands.
Struggles in the waves, the illusion of the strand.
He prays that he’ll find land.
I have no need for false paradise.
I see our love with open eyes.
In an instant I came to realize.
This ain’t no fool’s paradise.
A man, lost in the heat of the desert.
His mind plays tricks and he forgets his name.
He searches for life and prays for rain.
He looks to the place where the sand meets the sky.
He sees a lake filled with water but knows it’s a lie.
Yet be believes in it anyway.
The only way he’ll survive another day.
From the first time that I saw you.
Bows in your hair and that weathering stare.
I knew reality came way, you took my breath away.
No mirage on the horizon in the visions I saw.
No waves on the shores of Sangrilaga.
I know that in your arms is where the truth lies.
I walk through this world with open eyes.
This ain’t no fools paradise.