Missing Paradise

I search for Paradise in your eyes, I no longer believe my own lies. I'm drawn down to the core, trying to find what livings for. The sun sets in the West, it's there where we should seek our rest. I look up into the deep blue sky, I see the birds as they go flying by. I wonder where are they bound; I wonder where are we found. I can't just fly along any more; I need to know what's living for. Will there come a day, when God answers the words I say? I can't pretend anymore, wondering what's all this really for. I stand at the rivers edge gazing, to the other side, with longing in my eyes, and tears, that I can barely hide...