Paradise by The Neighbourhood

Artist: The Neighbourhood

Genre: Pop

Length: 3:29

“Paradise” is the fourth track on The Neighbourhood’s Ever Changing EP, and the only track with no featured artist. It’s also the twelfth track on Hard To Imagine The Neighbourhood Ever Changing. Lead singer Jesse Rutherford delivers some heartfelt words about the hopes and aspirations he’s had ever since has was a child and how nothing in his life ever fully satisfies him—no matter how much he accomplishes, he always wants more.

Paradise lyrics

No matter where you go, you'll never have control
No one makes it out alive, no one makes it out alive
In paradise
Picture you in summertime
Drinking white wine, an empty girl
Told me that you'll see me
And I see ya and I really wanna believe ya, I do
Singing blues, no shoes on
Strumming in the sun and you've got your feet up
I remember when you used to tell me that you'd find your freedom
It was hard to believe ya
'Cause you never feel enough, it never fills you up
And if lying on an island is the closest that you'll come
Then run, go ahead, have fun, run
No matter where you go
(Doesn't matter where you go)
You'll never have control (no, no, no, no)
Woke up feeling paralyzed (yeah)
No one makes it out alive (yeah)
In paradise (yeah)
Picture me in the major leagues
Living in a dream that I created, mhm
I wrote my own books so I never had to read your pages
I've got no patience for that anyway
Sensations don't mean anything
If I can just have everything
Some days I think I'll run away
What would I even do if I made it?
I just keep on fading 'cause
I never feel enough, it never fills me up
I'm climbing up a giant rock, I'll never reach the top
But I can't stop, I can't stop, so
No matter where I go
(Doesn't matter where I go, no, no)
I'll never have control
(Never ever have it under)
Woke up feeling paralyzed (yeah)
No one makes it out alive (yeah)
In paradise (yeah)
Paralyzed (yeah)
No one makes it out alive (yeah)
In paradise (yeah)
With your band of brothers
Band-band of brothers
And when we pull up in the Phantom, the fans gon' love it
With your band of brothers
Band-band-band
With, with your band, band of brothers
And when we pull up in the Phantom, the fans gon' love it

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