Mook - Stranger Than Paradise

© 2011 Mook - lyrics by Mike Clancy on iTunes surrounded by scholars of a friendly nation regrets and cigarettes smoked at the train station thoughts are passed around in commemoration of friends we will lose to war dreams will speak just once more drink to all your sorrows from a rule-bound trance I grin wide-eyed without taking a glance the books you throw aside, I take them in advance to make my mind not feel alone always waiting for tomorrow when I'm not home yes, isn't it nice (yes, isn't it) yes, isn't it nice (yes, isn't it) yes, isn't it nice (to be lost) to be lost in paradise live in the foothills of a high class taste while I'm bare and content, though not quite chaste days you spend in hiding, don't think they go to waste as they build up to shout out full of gall while the city streets call out for it all isn't it nice (yes, isn't it) yes, isn't it nice (yes, isn't it) yes, isn't it nice (to be lost) in paradise (yes, isn't it) (yes, isn't it) yes, isn't - oh shit (yes, isn't it) to be lost