Personal Paradise - Sy Smith

Spending time with you is something that I’d call divine

Intervening with my tendencies I leave behind

I no longer seek salvation of external kind

‘Cos when I’m not with you, I can see you deep in my mind

It’s like poppy fields and windmills and a baby’s breath

It’s like when I feel your tender kisses on my chest

It’s like always knowing that you’re never second best

It’s like taking your time when everything is so express

This is paradise, personal paradise

I found my paradise, personal paradise

You never can receive it if you never give it away

You never will believe it if you never trust it one day

Exploration of my pressure points of no return

You discovered my ability to love and learn

Now I’m here to love you freely with little concern

‘Cos your passion’s like a fire that I live to burn

It’s like poppy’s field and windmills and a baby’s breath

It’s like when I feel your tender kisses on my chest

It’s like always knowing that you’re never second best

It’s like privacy when everybody wants access