Sunday in paradise
Heaven is a paradox
Seventy two hail Mary’s
All is forgiven
What will next week bring
Fire haze rolls in
You can’t buy the future
It will be what it decides to be
Leave yesterday alone
The fire fog is thick
Burning Benjamin’s
Feeling the burn in my eyes
Hangs heavy in the air
Whispers to the soul
Fate waits for no man
Voices in the fog
Just another in paradise
Can’t walk two steps
Someone’s heart breaks
Fire fog hangs over the city
Foreshadowing prophecy
Rain settles the haze
Tine to cash rain cheques
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