Simple colors
Turn into complicated things,
Wild roses lie upon me
And kisses gaze into the light
These psychiatric feelings
Numb my curiosities
I ache to the sound of your voice...
Mild cavaliers
Sink into my bones,
For poetry is like ecstasy
Piled up in words
Die, die, butterfly
May a man\'s wings be your pests
For he is no lunatic, he is the lover of the sea
Oh my, what radiance does this substance lead?
For trickery is the feeling
That makes me bleed
And toxic lovers
I shall leave...
Oh Hollywood, Hollywood
Do you sink at my demise?
For black and white picture films
Sink on thin ice
And the former anxieties of the world
Make me scream like a banshee
In my finest hour,
Delete me if you can
For I fly like a kite in misery;
Is life an insane asylum
Destined to burn?
Or is real live radiance
A miss?
I trouble myself with these eager things
Such minimal wisdom deters
And a man with wings
Is destined to be a butterfly,
I digress...
For his love within me
Is beneath the sea;
Overwhelmed by daily routines
I dream the craziest of dreams
For I feel myself in the bathwater
Sinking...
Oh I don\'t want to die just yet
For I want to meet my butterfly,
And I want to see his eyes
Moving...
Oh candlelight by phone
I just can\'t leave him alone
For I am a walking soul
Untied.