作曲 : Mans Wredenberg/Deniz Akcakoyunlu/Linus Wiklund/Nick Rotteveel/Noonie Bao
 作词 : Mans Wredenberg/Deniz Akcakoyunlu/Linus Wiklund/Nick Rotteveel/Noonie Bao
I don't even care
If we are never found
Can't you feel my love, love
Do you like the sound?
We are made of dreams
Heavens know we are
Angels sang a song where we killed a superstar

People talk, just let them talk
We are better than that
Would you meet me in a high of Saturday night?
People hate, just let them hate
We are better than that
You can find me in the crowd on Saturday night

When we're bringing back paradise, yeah
When we're bringing back paradise, yeah
'Cause whatever may come, I'll be by your side
And if it all falls down
We'll be way up high
When we're bringing back paradise, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't even care
I think I'm going numb
Sick of all this running
Sick of being down
They got so much to say
Got so much to bring
But when I see their lips moving I don't hear a thing

People talk, just let them talk
I'm better than that
Will be million miles away on Saturday night?
People hate, just let them hate
We are better than that
You can find me in the crowd on Saturday night

When we're bringing back paradise, yeah
When we're bringing back paradise, yeah
'Cause whatever may come, I'll be by your side
And if it all falls down
We'll be way up high
When we're bringing back paradise, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah