Bruce Springsteen
Paradise
Where the river runs to black
I take these school books from your pack
Plastics wire and your keys
Breathe of eternity on your lips
In the crowded market place
I drift from face to face
I hold my breath and close my eyes
I hold my breath and close my eyes
And I wait for paradise
I wait for paradise
Virginia hills are gone to black
Another day and another sun are going down
I visit you in another dream
I visit you in another dream
I reach and feel your hair
Your smell lingers in the air
I brush your cheek with my finger tips
I taste the void upon your lips
And I wait for paradise
I wait for paradise
I search for the you on the other side
Where the rivers are clean and white
Up to my heart that water’s rise
Up to my heart that water’s rise
Seeming that water’s blue and clear
Drifting down I disappear
I see you’re on the other side
I search for peace in your eyes
But there’s emptiest paradise
There’s emptiest paradise
I wait above the place
I feel the sun upon my face