Birds Of Paradise (Chromatics)

Baby, when I first saw you, I knew you held the keys to my heart, and in the setting sun we flew away to a broken kind of paradise where time would stand still. You are the black sky always running from the sun. Paralyzed, I dug a well deep inside. I kissed the tide, you held the moon and carried the stars like life was a memory and death just a possibility. You are the black sky always running from the sun. You're always running from the sun.