I’m lost in your eyes Like a ship lost at sea Your lips must be a compass Because they’re guiding me
To the treasure Better than gold I wonder how this will unfold I wonder how you will unfold
To the pleasures in disguise That bell ringing ` I’ve won my prize
When it’s taken I’m mistaken You’ve awaken I’m not your bride
How you love to change the story How you love to change the game And it’s me who has to say sorry And it’s me who takes the shame,and the blame And has to reclaim what I still have left As it’s burned, and taken away The worse ones always pretend to be the prey
Everything we know, or think we know, comes from an infinitesimal speck of time and space. “Important” people, just random specks of insignificance. Nothing more than Sea Monkeys, fluttering around Sea Monkey world. Everything spoken as truth only reinforces ignorance.
Curled up in the blanket of dim-light hours, Shadows overreach, closing the gap of every enclosing hour. The gentle waft that had me swoon , Drew me into a cup of steaming brew, Lips damp with the brush of froth,