It is a matter of yes and no, whoever was to know, what burden in your heart, still. The longer you wait, the more likely you'll hate, what a stressful life against, our will. So come with me now, in a world of "don't know how" daydreams, morning to morning, and laughter still for counting, just drop the filth behind. And when our worlds collapse, or life passes like a hectic time lapse. sensing it is all left to-do, to move, don't groove, but to cry please do, but we got our hearts, don't we? Days are clouds, a fast shady ground, but I got you in, some dreams. Out of control, you play the role, please gently lay me, down with ease. No other worlds I got, except of these dreams... Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, thirty now is like the sixteen. Pinkish world in the eyes, spasm in moods, burst of cries, who needs a fuss so insane? Love might be a lovely game, sweet, sour, someone to blame. No I'm not losing my time, I got a world of my own, no whine, yes gonna dream of you, a crime? Days are clouds, a fast shady ground, but I got you in, some dreams. Out of control, you play the role, please gently lay me, down with ease. No other worlds I got, except of these dreams... Take it off with me, a beautiful world to be, no love no hate, but, only our dreams. |