Letra de Paradise At Last

Two hands
They are armed again
The way your mouth bends and breaks
Like you were getting away with something
In my dreams, I am driving drunk again
In my dreams, you are chasing me, knife in hand
In my dreams, I like us better
Where I am bold, and you are honest
In between everything
You will think about the way
Her shoulders shake in the dream you had
Where you cut off your hands
So you would stop staring at them
And begging them
Begging them to stay