For Marilyn and Pete have the perfect love
For they\'re not really drawn to each other
Oh cure my soul with a special need
One that a rose can absolutely appreciate
For I am not married...yet would I like to be?
A revolving nature erupts
Where are my moments of solitude
When my mind is running?
Oh where is Peter Pan when I need him?
I can fly, I can fly, I can fly;
As I explore the depths
Of my open consciousness,
I find myself quite heightened
Oh the wonderful clarity
That jumps from the walls,
I find myself in constant petals
Oh what revolving consciousness
Opens up the sky?
For I am completely fruitless to the fact
That Marilyn and Pete
Aren\'t real people--
For they are a child of demise
Leeching...
In such revelry, the books are misled
By evil demons
And their sultry bread
For Marilyn and Pete
Are dead;
I realize what I am walking into
Exposing truths that were once lies
I find no place to hide
When I am out in the world,
But inside
I am safe...
With wedding rings and fake leeches
I\'ve come to discover one thing;
That the brightest rose will never remember
The marriage it once had,
Oh daddy...daddy
Where are you when I need you?
For mommy is swimming
Without a life jacket.
Oh Marilyn and Pete
If your marriage is real,
Why do you volunteer
Just to play pretend?
For noble faces don\'t matter anymore...
It\'s the presence that\'s just as deceiving.