This Could Be Paradise

life goes on, it gets so heavy. every tear a waterfall in the night, the stormy night she'll close her eyes; in the night the stormy night away she'd fly and dream of paradise..... and so lying underneath those stormy skies she'd say "oh, i know this sun was set to rise."

i hope i will never forget driving away, how i always am going to have to turn away at some point. i better remember those sobs, and dry heaves, about thinking how utah state literally welcomes me to hell once a month.

but as i turned up the radio to drown out my own voice, paradise came on.

and i know that just like the girl, every tear seems like a waterfall here in this stormy night. but i can close my eyes and dream of paradise.... and deep down God tells me that the sun that was set...
was only set to rise.

sincerely sierra