Michael W. Smith Follow

Here, we are on a boat out on the sea
Off the coast of Africa
Heading for peaceful shores
With a cast of strangers to an island hideaway

Ooh, I hear you tellin' me of the place we soon will be
A rebirth from life's demise
Where the world is still, it's ideal
Anything you dream is real, it's Hotel Paradise

And you say it's nice when you run to Lamu, far away
Leave the pain far behind you hoping it won't find you
In Lamu, far away you say it's there that you can run
From the one inside of you

So, here we are on an island in the sea
Near the coast of Africa
And when it's right, Lamu nights
They can be so inviting Heaven here on Earth

But I hear you telling me, this is everything you need
Well, I don't think it's true
'Cause the way you feel isn't real
You attempt to try and fill the void that's digging through

And it's killing you, when you run to Lamu, far away
Though that pain was behind you it can even find you
In Lamu, far away because you never can run
From the one inside of you

I hear you tellin' me of the place we soon will be
A rebirth from life's demise
Where the world is still, it's a ideal
Anything you dream is real, it's Hotel Paradise

And you say it's nice when you run to Lamu, far away
Leave the pain far behind you hoping it won't find you
In Lamu, far away though that pain was behind you
It can even find you in Lamu, far away
Because you never can run, from the one inside of you