So I guess this is where they've
Come to film these commericals
About paradise
(None of us knew you.)
Where you should want your
Where you should need your wants to suffice
None of us could be there
Swinging a heartache and a headrush
I keep hearing those same lightning words
So this is the sort of thing
That never really makes it in the papers
(None of us knew you.)
So no one will ever know
None of us could know how you died here