I was looking to escape my mind
I was young when you took me there
You were dressed all unfamiliar
Like a half -plugged peacock unaware
Well, our brittle fabric has lost its form
And it's only a matter of time
Before we lose all our dimensions
Yeah, I was cold in her room
She passed me something blue
Rolling like a kid in ma gic time
I was floating in a Paris milkshake,
A watercolor of a frozen skyline,
strobes to the clouds that die
Threw your fingers on the
Flucking stars flowing to the floor
Left a stream that surrounded me
I'm marooned in the dark,
Let's guess at the endless timeline
Caught in the waves through my mind
as the air was cold in her room
She passed me something blue,
Boston sent you something
They would still be sorry, we
Our arm s will not be raised
We took the path that's paved
They would still be sorry we here
Our rocks will not be raised
And we won't be sorry now
the same thing on the other side.
I was looking to escape my mind,
I was young when you took me there
Opened the tap wide and let me drain,
I didn't mind where it dripped
The organist sat in Notre Dame,
hasn't breathed for a hundred years
But still his music shakes my head,
and still it breaks me down to tears
