So I guess this is where they've

Come to film these commericals

About paradise

(None of us knew you.)

Where you should want your

Where you should need your wants to suffice

None of us could be there

Swinging a heartache and a headrush

I keep hearing those same lightning words

So this is the sort of thing

That never really makes it in the papers

(None of us knew you.)

So no one will ever know

None of us could know how you died here