Paradise by David Binney

Who knows why
But it's like this
Your trash is my 
Paradise
The curtain you
Push aside to only get through 
That's where I live
That's what I belong to


It's too out
And so loud
But somehow
What I'm about
Home where I'm
Finded out
In dreams and doubts
What I'm about


Yeah


Here my eyes
Are taped open
And afterthoughts
Atom bombs
The lightning strikes
Right in time for
A big answer
That's how I fly
Smiling can come after


Must be cuz
Life's messed up
But somehow
It makes it up
Home where I'm
Finded out
In dreams and doubts
What I'm about

• Ambient
• ambient electronic
• electronic
• modern jazz
• Los Angeles