I don't even care if we are ever found
Can't you feel my love, love? Do you like the sound?
We are made of dreams, heaven knows we are
Angels sang a song where we killed the superstar
People talk, just let them talk, we're better than that
Would you meet me in a high of Saturday night?
People hate, just let them hate, we're better than that
You can find me in the crowd on Saturday night
When we're bringing back paradise, yeah
When we're bringing back paradise, yeah
'Cause whatever may come, I'll be by your side
And if it all falls down, we'll be way up high
When we're bringing back paradise, yeah
I don't even care, I think I'm going numb
Sick of all this running, sick of being down
They got so much to say, got so much to bring
But when I see their lips moving, I don't hear a thing
People talk, just let them talk, I'm better than that
We'll be million miles away on Saturday night
People hate, just let them hate, we're better than that
You can find me in the crowd on Saturday night
When we're bringing back paradise, yeah
When we're bringing back paradise, yeah
'Cause whatever may come, I'll be by your side
And if it all falls down, we'll be way up high
When we're bringing back paradise, yeah
