I’m thinking in another language.
Confusion grasps the moon.
But I kind of like this angle.
It makes me reach for more.

We close the door for now,
And smile takes place.
Because we all crave a little love,
And I crave some affection now.

You throw all you’ve got,
At this wall of mine,
Bricks of emotion, they tumble at your feet.

And I realize how wrong I am,
And there’s nothing left to deduce,
There’s so much more left to absorb,
In shape and form I must be your fool.

We bury our conflicts, but in reality,
Just close your eyes dreamer,
And I’ll whisk you away.

And I realize how wrong I am,
And there’s nothing left to deduce,
There’s so much more left to absorb,
In shape and form I must be your fool.