Paradise

Count me this;
One (man on a roof)
Two (747's shoot me by)
Three (blind mice lead the dumb to...)
Paradise.
Up here. Can't you see it? Can't you see? We are so beautiful, you and me.
With our rainbow lives, and our dreams carved in chrome.
Look! A, a, a super high flying jet with it's red, orange, green, indigo, blue, landing lights, flying home.
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And all alone, up here. Except for a billion angels playing poker with aces up their sleeves.
Praying mantis eyes watching you and me.
Feed us harp & violin,
and we'll sing
we'll sing
we'll sing
Sweet promises of hope and peace, and love; a divine equation equal to nothing.