Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash, Oh! baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass, Look at those big eyes...!
See what you mean to me, Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel...I'm a fantasy parade...
I want you to know what I think; Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from; We have no idea where we're going
Lodged in life, Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream,Caught in the current
I carry you...You'll carry me...
That's how it could be...That's how it would be..!
Don't you know me?...............
Don't you know me, by now?......
The paradox of insular language
1 year ago
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