Paradise Is Very Fragile

Paradise is very fragile

And it seems like it’s only getting worse

Down here in Florida

We’re fighting red toxic tides

Massive fish kills

Not to mention hurricanes and rising sea levels

Back in Los Angeles, things aren’t looking much better

My treehouse that’d been standing for 80 years succumbed to the woolsy fire

Who would’ve thought that this year at 33

You would’ve been taken out from under me

After all those years?

Built from the ground up, by hand, by your very first owner

Quiet world war one, aviation pilot

I tried to save you but the German Shepherd seemed more important

Paradise is very fragile

And it seems like it’s only getting worse

Our leader is a megalomaniac

And we’ve seen that before

But never 'cause it was what the country deserved

My friends tell me to stop calling 911 on the culture

But it’s either that or I 5150 myself

They don’t understand

I'm a dreamer

And I had big dreams for the country

Not for what it could do, but how it could feel

How it could think, how it could dream

I know

Who am I to dream for you?

It’s just that in my own mind

I was born with a little bit of paradise

I was lucky in that way

Not like my husband

Who was born and raised in hell

I always had something gentle to give

All of me, in fact

It’s one of the beautiful things about me

It’s one of the beautiful things about nature

But lately I’ve been thinking that I wish

Someone had told me when I was younger

More about the inhabitants that thrive off of paradise

That should they take too much

There would be nothing left to give

Not everyone’s nature is golden and green

And you can’t fight what’s in your nature

I got to thinking about it as

We were fighting the fires in Agora

But I'm tired of fighting you

Paradise is very fragile

And it’s only getting worse

And every time I think of that

I think about the curse bestowed about Eve, that fateful eve

She took that bite of fruit from that fruitful tree

And this summer night, you in front of me

Makes me contemplate the origins of good and evil

Because you take and you take and you take and you take

But you taste like the beach and a kiss

Candy from my eyes

In my veins you run citrus

Watercolor images of serpents on orange trees

Arise in my midst

Kundalini, you breathe me

I could do this forever

But my heart is very fragile

And I have nothing left to give