You swept me off my feet
And left it hanging
Danced on the moon and stars
And left me churning
For dreams are beautiful
But we wake up rolling around in reality and we wish'd we'll sleep again and frolic amongst deep black illusions and never breathe the cold air of coarse realization that we could love but it's never a promise that you'd be made a fool of love and love itself as a recurring theme in your life and so I end my day and go to sleep
And I dream yet again
It leaves me happy
With photos love and wine
I hang them up on
The ground of my two feet
And left it hanging
Danced on the moon and stars
And left me churning
For dreams are beautiful
But we wake up rolling around in reality and we wish'd we'll sleep again and frolic amongst deep black illusions and never breathe the cold air of coarse realization that we could love but it's never a promise that you'd be made a fool of love and love itself as a recurring theme in your life and so I end my day and go to sleep
And I dream yet again
It leaves me happy
With photos love and wine
I hang them up on
The ground of my two feet
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