i hope to serve you well
i, m a runaway lover runnin from hell
i'm just a clown with a face
that has no place in the weary arms
i hope to serve you well you're a timeless man
with a need to fill
seventeen visions on the hill can't be wrong
give me room so i can breathe
and fill up my lungs with this paradise
i won't wait for morning
the sun's going down
and i'll give you all the love i've found
i feel a great big start again
the full moon is on parade again
the stars are singing and the fool's awake (sic)
all is paradise, is paradise, is paradise