I slipped into the cloak you left
I fiddle around in the ashtray to find your cigarette pinkish/red
I light it and take a drag
I swear
I’m losing it
With all these erased recordings, I’m rearranging parts
We should accept we’ll probably remain this way to the end
In steps
Underneath your sheets I find your makeup and shoes in a bag laid open
Grab my keys and some money and circle around the lake
I guess
You’re losing it
I like to believe that maybe you’re a lot like me
Try using this equality we might need in the air
‘Cause there are no more left like you
A picture perfect strange
Imagined in one shape
Unchained
Tempt my spirit within my name
We crawled in the tomb and release some honey
Eighteen hundred million ways striving to make it last
There is no one left like you
A picture perfect strange
Imagined in one shape
Unchained
There are no more thrills I’ll need
Than the desire that we shared
From the channels of our dreams
To the grave…
I’ll find you somewhere, I believe
You’ll find me somewhere again, I believe…
