I will preserve you well   I'm a runaway lover, running from hell   I'm just a clown with a face    That has no place in weary arms      I will preserve you well    You're a timeless man with a need to fill   Seventeen visions on the hill   Can't be wrong       Give me room so I can breathe   And fill up my lungs with this paradise    I won't wait for morning, the sun's going down    And I'll give you all the life I found      I feel afraid to start again   The full moon is on parade again   It draws us in and fills their wings   With all this paradise      With all this paradise, this paradise, this paradise...