Paradise from The Wilderness by Jesse DeNatale

PARADISE

The weary hour the
Blackened dream
This paradise
Ain’t what it seems
We gather with the crowd
Out in the dawn
And the cars and chairs
The seesaw swing
The photographs
And diamond ring
I know they’re somewhere
Here but gone

And when the world
Falls out the sky
We lift it back up way up high
And struggle with
Our question why
On our way to Paradise

It’s misery will kick you down
You’re lost awhile
Until you’re found
And mercy comes to whisper
In your ear
The memories won’t
Go the grave
It’s always you
We wish to save
Cause smoke and flame
Will always disappear

And oh what kind
Of paradise
The angels and their sacrifice
Oh love will never have
A price no no no oh

I’m going out where I belong
I’ll keep you with me
In a song
And sing it like a cloud
Into the air
You look around
And find anew
And find the thing
Will work for you
And dust off any ashes
From your prayer

And when the world
Falls out the sky
We lift it back up way up high
And answer any question why
On our way to paradise

Jesse DeNatale -Vocal, Guitar,
Keyboard, Harmonica

• Americana
• Folk
• Rock
• acoustic
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• California