| All I wanted was true love |
| There was a mountain of pain |
| We came around it, together |
| Then we did it again |
| We found that love was a hot rod |
| Warm and sticky and wet |
| Blazing the trail of forgiveness |
| For those who can forget |
| Riding into paradise |
| Our eyes were lighted with wonder |
| Our flesh was kindled with flame |
| All values and reason went under it |
| The wind blew away all the names |
| It was all touch naked |
| Baring our souls to the light |
| Everything shimmering and shaking |
| Universes were born in our sight |
| Riding into paradise |
| The landscape was littered with bodies |
| All bound by the blindness of death |
| Cocooned in a kind of confusion |
| Waiting the grace of new breath |
| And many an old companion |
| Saw to shut out the light of our eyes |
| But we said, «There's no understanding |
| The ways of the true and the wise» |
| So we shone our radiance upon them |
| And a coldness reached out for our minds, but |
| We called out from deep in the silence |
| «We are free, we are one of a kind» |
| Then a chasm opened before us |
| That swallowed the dark and the light |
| And both she and I will bare witness |
| That we both disappeared from sight |
| Riding into paradise |
| We couldn’t stand our aloneness |
| With no shoulder to cry upon |
| In a world that was losing its conscience |
| We were each other’s religion |
| And dissatisfied with information |
| Looking through the eyes of the heart |
| We we still searching for true love |
| While our lives were falling apart |
| She said, «We are here in this moment |
| Where our hearts are always broken anew» |
| I said «Standing apart is the torment» |
| And we rose as the wind and we blew |
| We were one with the grass and the |
| And the creatures of death and of birth |
| And we stood with these friends and delivered |
| The sermon that creates the earth |
| Riding into paradise |