running away like children, invisible as the wind
running away like children, needing to pretend
running away like children, dreaming of anywhere
running away to someplace, never here nor there

The left side of paradise, where trains run all night long,
where people dance in frenzy to every too sad song.
We met in secret rendezvous, amid some spoons and candles.
Somewhere by the downtown stops, she lost her leather sandals.
Her heart was pure but beating fast, her pulse a fire alarm.
It came before she knew its name, she believed it meant no harm.
Her love was gone before it hit the ground, some say I almost cried
The locket lost was never found, the sinners gathered surely lied

The left side of paradise, hides secrets to make them grand
Breath is just an illusion and time feels more than sand
They played upon the treetops with mighty plans for greatness
and year by year their desire pushed them, unaware the lateness
Grasping straws and heaven’s orbs they so valiant struggled,
thinking they gained control, while godly devices merely juggled,
smiling rainbows to make them smile, but forcing life awry
The laughter sounded thunderous, as the circle had them die

running away like children, invisible as the wind
running away like children, needing to pretend
running away like children, dreaming of anywhere
running away to someplace, never here nor there

The left side of paradise, where rains bring only acid
from generations of humans whose fear bordered placid
They moved about as icons of beings once adorned
until fate delivered judgment and humans left were scorned
Ride about in dreamy cars and devour the claws of crab,
pick apart the mountains, ignore the sweet Mother’s scab
Play the games of livelihood and teach children to pretend,
the joke’s on us in Paradise as a beginning becomes our end.

running away like children, invisible as the wind
running away like children, needing to pretend
running away like children, dreaming of anywhere
running away to someplace, never here nor there

~chowilawu~