I talked to God on the phone
and on my way home
I left him my answer and
I left him my dreams...
I asked:
Will you be my friend
when happiness ends?
Will colour still exist in the storm?
And will I see velvet dreams in a neon light?
Or will I just fade away?
Nevermind...
It's just another wasted phonecall anyway
I see butterflies catching the morning
I see restless love in the darkest wilderness
I see the moon die in my hand
and my eyes closed with a single gentle touch
It's always better the first time
when existance sees me through my dreams
Will you let me know?...
And will you let me in?...
...the day... when I come?
Will you call back?
before I get old?...
or will I just be locked out?
The pills don't work
I still see my face
I'm leaving this life...
I'm better off there...
I'm already half way...
and still there's no answer....
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