Alan Parsons Project

Written by ian bairnson
I find this paradise and rest beside a river
No need to walk another mile
It seems like everyone has everything that wishes could provide
But no one seems to smile
You wont believe me when I tell you this is fantasy
Dont ask how long all this can last
The same old sun will rise and make tomorrow just like yesterday
And so your time will pass
A shelter from the storm
A room without a view
A place where you belong
And like a mothers kiss
That carries you to sleep
The ignorance is bliss