Strangers in Paradise

At a seat in your kitchen
Think of you in your last position
Hunkered over a champagne flute
With your eyes bright and wild

Such concrete definitions
Confident about just what's missing.
Hop a red-eye to LA soon
Got the room in a vice

Said it's alright now it's alright
All we are is all we'll ever be
What happens on the other side we'll see
Strangers in paradise

A last-minute revision
Makes you question your own ambition
Wrapped your laughter around the trunk
Of a rough afternoon

Gonna meet all the angels as they gather at the gates of hell
Smokin out of the apple drinking from the well

Empty seat in your kitchen
Frustrated by my lack of vision
Suddenly I'm the last one left with the will or the time

But it all works out as it all should
All we are is all we'll ever be
What happens on the other side we'll see
Strangers in paradise
Strangers in paradise
Strangers in paradise