To Paradise In Metal Birds

Over the ocean Through the clouds Paradise awaits The forest sings to rain The sun casts its love Pain and pleasure spiral Where nature is left in peace This place is ours As in we belong It does not belong to any one To all I can feel the warmth The smell of salt Foaming misty Clear into the depths I long to pick the fruit Refreshing to my suburban body Ease my city mind The clocks run slower Time is still wild and heeds to none The sour and tart sting me Darkening of my flesh Will she welcome me kind Can i float in sync of tides One breath after another