Just a smile on a face
On a cloudy day
Just a wind passing by
With something nice to say
Just a stroke on a cheek
Drying someone’s eyes
Could give an idea
A touch of paradise
Just a pat on the back
On downhearted shoulders
The warmth in a look
When it’s getting colder
Just the presence of life
For the sparkle that dies
Could give an idea
A touch of paradise
This isn’t true
This isn’t true
It couldn’t possibly be that easy
But what if it is
Just an amiable word
To a losing heart
And a soothing embrace
When it falls apart
Just a chance for a dream
To be realized
Could give an idea
A touch of paradise
Tower of lament
I make my eyes water
And my sight blurs
There’s no one to blame
And that’s what makes it worse
You offer a solution
And I will complain
My mourning has turned
Into worship of my pain
I pile on the agony
Stack every inch of sadness
I build my tower of lament
I rub the salt properly
Deep into the wound
And I will love heart
Very, very soon
The hurt cuts deeper
And I start to fall
You ask me how to come
But there’s no reason at all
