Ivano Fossati - Where Is Paradise? lyrics

Caravans of stolen idols cross Desert fire and mountains white with frost Dromedaries thirsty almost dumbling with fatigue Searching for the man whose eyes are brimming with the sun. Magic man is standing at the door Dreaming of good days before the long bore Picking off the bright wings of a bee held in his hands Wishing he could still believe in good days yet to come. Oh where is paradise? I need me there Where's the road to paradise? Broken are the altars of the kings Chop them up to useful better things now Ticket taker escaping of the pilgrims from the gate Nailing in the harvest crate you feel the joy and pain. Oh where is paradise? I need me there. Where's the road to paradise? Where, oh where is paradise? Oh, I need me there Where's the road to paradise? Where, oh where is paradise I need me there Where's the road to paradise?