Paradise Beneath Your Feet A contemplative blues 1
[Verse 1] They walk past light with lowered eyes, Through gardens wide—yet build their walls. They ask, “Where is the gate to grace?” Not seeing the key already in their palms. [Chorus] Strange wanderers in their native land, Searching for home where they already stand. The world’s a temple—open, wide— But they wear fear like a coat inside. Paradise didn’t leave—it waits in stillness, While souls forget their own true likeness. [Verse 2] They pluck the bloom, then stare at dust, Forget the root and seed are one. They call each other “stranger” still, Though warmed by the same unseen sun. Their sorrow? Just a shadow cast By light they’ve buried in the past. [Chorus] Strange wanderers in their native land, Searching for home where they already stand. The world’s a temple—open, wide— But they wear fear like a coat inside. Paradise didn’t leave—it waits in stillness, While souls forget their own true likeness. [Bridge] One spring—yet countless streams, One flame in all these trembling dreams. Each whispers, “I am all alone…” And blows the candle, fearing dawn. [Instrumental break – slow slide guitar, breath-like pauses, soft upright bass, harmonica like distant wind] [Verse 3] A child of sky, wrapped in clay, Forgot the breath that lights their way. But one true thought—just one, held near— And blooms return where hands were bare. [Outro – hushed, tender] Paradise isn’t far beyond the hill… It’s in how you watch a single drop of dew. It’s in how you hear the silence between steps… It’s in you. Just… stop running. (Final chords fade like a sigh coming home.) Style：Classic Rock instrumentation opens with driving electric guitar riffs, steady bass, and punchy drums. Male vocals soar above dynamic verses, leading to an anthemic chorus bolstered by tight rhythm guitar harmonies. A guitar solo bridges to a high-energy outro, maintaining vintage grit. Title："Paradise Beneath Your Feet" (A contemplative blues Custom Mode
[Verse 1] They walk past light with lowered eyes, Through gardens wide—yet build their walls. They ask, “Where is the gate to grace?” Not seeing the key already in their palms. [Chorus] Strange wanderers in their native land, Searching for home where they already stand. The world’s a temple—open, wide— But they wear fear like a coat inside. Paradise didn’t leave—it waits in stillness, While souls forget their own true likeness. [Verse 2] They pluck the bloom, then stare at dust, Forget the root and seed are one. They call each other “stranger” still, Though warmed by the same unseen sun. Their sorrow? Just a shadow cast By light they’ve buried in the past. [Chorus] Strange wanderers in their native land, Searching for home where they already stand. The world’s a temple—open, wide— But they wear fear like a coat inside. Paradise didn’t leave—it waits in stillness, While souls forget their own true likeness. [Bridge] One spring—yet countless streams, One flame in all these trembling dreams. Each whispers, “I am all alone…” And blows the candle, fearing dawn. [Instrumental break – slow slide guitar, breath-like pauses, soft upright bass, harmonica like distant wind] [Verse 3] A child of sky, wrapped in clay, Forgot the breath that lights their way. But one true thought—just one, held near— And blooms return where hands were bare. [Outro – hushed, tender] Paradise isn’t far beyond the hill… It’s in how you watch a single drop of dew. It’s in how you hear the silence between steps… It’s in you. Just… stop running. (Final chords fade like a sigh coming home.) Style：Classic Rock instrumentation opens with driving electric guitar riffs, steady bass, and punchy drums. Male vocals soar above dynamic verses, leading to an anthemic chorus bolstered by tight rhythm guitar harmonies. A guitar solo bridges to a high-energy outro, maintaining vintage grit. Title："Paradise Beneath Your Feet" (A contemplative blues Custom Mode