Lyrics Irene - Beach House

Irene

Though you hardly know her
The light’s on its way
The hand that rests upon it Still wanna stay
No way of recognizing
The cat knows the call
Fair child is rising
There’s no mystery at all
It’s a strange paradise
It’s a strange paradise
You’ll be waiting
You’ll be waiting
It’s a strange paradise
It’s a strange paradise
It’s a strange paradise
It’s a strange paradise
It’s a strange paradise
It’s a strange paradise
It’s a strange paradise
It’s a strange paradise