I kept the key beneath a loose floorboard
A little room the winter couldn't find
Your coat was drying by the kitchen doorway
And morning took its time
We learned the sound the old pipes made at midnight
The stubborn latch, the kettle's second click
You held the frame while I repaired the window
We made a place from what we had to fix
No easy road, no open gate
We carried every stone we laid
Now when I say the name, it feels like home
Paradise — tutudu
Paradise, a room we built from broken plans
A little warmth held safely in our hands
We didn't find it; we made it out of days
And when the cold comes back, we know the way
Paradise — tutudu
The rent went up; the roof still let in water
We set a pan beneath the ceiling stain
You drew a small blue mountain on the plaster
I watched the mark stay bright through all that rain
No easy road, no open gate
We carried every stone we laid
Now when I say the name, it feels like home
Paradise — tutudu
Paradise, a room we built from broken plans
A little warmth held safely in our hands
We didn't find it; we made it out of days
And when the cold comes back, we know the way
Paradise — tutudu
Four quiet bars, your fingers in my palm
The whole small room holds steady, safe, and calm
Tutudu
Paradise, a room we built from broken plans
A little warmth held safely in our hands
We didn't find it; we made it out of days
And when the cold comes back, we know the way
Paradise, we know the way