Letras:
Bliss Not Quite Paradise

not quite paradise but it sure feels like home Not quite paradise, we can make this place our own Not quite paradise, we can learn to grow Not quite

Traducción: Felicidade. Não é quase um paraíso.

house he wrote, "His red right hand" That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost The wind round here gets wicked cold But my story is nearly told I fear the morning will bring quite

house he wrote * his red right hand * That, I'm told is from paradise lost The wind round here gets wicked cold But my story is nearly told I fear the morning will bring quite

house he wrote "his red right hand" That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost The wind round here gets wicked cold But my story is nearly told I fear the morning will bring quite

house he wrote "his red right hand" That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost The wind round here gets wicked cold But my story is nearly told I fear the morning will bring quite

my house he wrote "his red right hand" That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost The wind round here gets wicked cold But my story is nearly told I fear the morning will bring quite