Original Song - Prisoner Of Paradise by Margarita

This song reminds me of smoky night roads and effervescent waters. It talks about how the quest for love is never complete.
Lyrics:
Precious predicant, I promise
That you’ll always be the first
On my list of jaded memories
That I cherish, clean and curse.
In this soft abyss I see you
Only pessimists touch like that
They’ve succumbed to the conclusion
That their heaven won’t be back.
What is this Love?
Where is the ending that they talk about?
It doesn’t fade.
We’re only saved by temperamental drought.
And it flows like this,while the waves roll over
Time and time and again.
When does it end?
If I magnify this moment
as I’m sifting through your hands
I am blissful for I notice
I’m the heaven you’ll miss next.
What is this Love?
Where is the ending that they talk about?
It doesn’t fade.
We’re only saved by temperamental drought.
And it flows like this, like the waves roll over
Time and time and again.
When does it end?
Wherever you go
On highways of smoke,
I’m there where you want me
And I’m only safe when I’m under the look of love in your eyes
And I will look back each time I turn home,
Just to show that I’m sorry,
And that for you I don’t seem to mind
to be a prisoner of paradise,
A prisoner of paradise.