What can you see and unsee?
All will turn into smoked glass
I will be by your side with an eyefold
To keep you awake from yourself
To keep you asleep from yourworld
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What can you see and unsee?
All will turn into smoked glass
I will be by your side with an eyefold
To keep you awake from yourself
To keep you asleep from yourworld
Mirrors on the ceiling
This room is made of glass
I just need to make the maze out
Or to make out with the maze
There's no more Remington
Insufficient memories
Call your god or goddess
I could be your other in othering
If I could cure you, I won't care you
If I could care you, why should I care
Your stillness stills all of me
You were all that I see
Falling and falling
In strechy shadows
Into your everyday fantasy
Adieu mon ami
En enfer, mon amour
Pour te laisser entrer
Pour te laisser être
Exister, pour sortir
Comme une chanson
Dans une joie fragile
If I could draw you in a line of beauty
That would defeat the purpose
The pur and the pose
In the washing machine of everyday life
You write the books yourself
I mistaken the vanishing point for the vintage point
When dreams become dreary and dreary too
I opened you like an open book
And rewind what has to be unwind
You hear the silence
You don't hear the cadence
The silence is clouded glass
The silence is your song
Berlin is just another name to drown
Autumn turned its head again
Fair Persephone,
I go through the stars
To marry the night
Like charcoals before the tundra
If only tab water is fine enough to cover the sea glass
Should Orfeo morph into a carp or a koi?
And I painted you a pale white silhouette
So I can get a feel of the lines and phases
I'm feeling a lot better now
Even your signature has forged you
Even your signature perfume
Has stopped reproducing tiny perfumes
You are your own miniature
In this labyrinth of impeccable world
In another season I'm your
three season bug
You would bring the winter in me
You would bring the winter to me
Those wings you give me
Are architectural wings
To capture is to recapture
I have made a raft for you
Freya, no comme ci, comme ça
All your holy chicken turned to holy ghosts
In spring you will return to me, just like the fable didn't say
Step back into the rain
The glass is been used
We've all been used
After or before
Over the shifting sands
You found your mirage
Half dead in the dead sea
In your horizon the stars collide
Mirren, I'm looking at your hotel room window
From the fish eyes birds eyes view
I'm missing the missing limb
Somewhere in the imparted horizon