Gates of Paradise

Are the one to always walk away
Can you tell what the others have to say
I'm sitting here with the beauty of the day
Can't change the weather, no matter what I say
I know, I've met with the fires of life
Where can I go, to escape the sharpest of knives

Welcome to the gates of paradise
Welcome to the gates of paradise

I'm sitting here in a field of green
I'm living in a world full of greed
Might be tempted for a cup of tea
Should never worry 'cause I'm walking free
I know, I'm met with the gift of life
I don't have to go, to escape the sharpest of knives

Welcome to the gates of paradise
Welcome to the gates of paradise
Welcome to the gates of paradise

Fires, fires, fires, fires of life
Fire, fires, fires, fires of life
Fires, fires, fires, fires of life
Fire, fires, fires, fires of life

Welcome to the gates of paradise
Welcome to the gates of paradise
Welcome to the gates of paradise
Welcome to the gates of paradise