i..just need... to get her out of my head.
but now the door is closed to her room...
i remember when she would climb into my bed at night
necks caressed amid Bangkok moonlight
Rainstorm come soon and the memories are gone....
..like tears in rain...
so now i have to take risks
and my own will comes to a test
the Clash said it best when
Career opportunities are the ones
that never knock
..But once i leave this town called
I won't be back..
i'll burn our clothes and our photographs..
They won't find us out
and our torn love
amongst the ruins
I haul along my battered
oh..ohhh...get me out
and Along the way I'll let the radio play...
and so then this is what its like
When you run away...oh..ohhh...
I won't stop ...until I find it...
The Other side Of paradise