She’s a rose in the shadows of weeds
A china doll in an empty playhouse
A Tinkerbell without a Pan
A flaming bulb calling me to the light.
Air-Con in an airless world
Colour in a sepia place
Music breaking silence’s scream
A perfect dreaming haunting place.
She’s an oasis in the desert of life
A blur in reality’s cold dark vision
I’m reaching out to touch her skin
Delicate and fragile porcelain.
Air-Con in an airless world
Colour in a sepia place
Music breaking silence’s scream
A perfect dreaming haunting place.
Take my hand and fly with me
Don’t look down, you’re safe, trust me.
Air-Con in an airless world
Colour in a sepia place
Music breaking silence’s scream
A perfect dreaming haunting place.
Can’t believe such beauty
A statuesque beloved.
A statuesque beloved.
