in a very brutal way
I’m an outlaw under Orion’s belt
as my eardrum drums on through the night now
wish I could turn you back into a stranger
well this is the very, very last time I’m ever going to
in the magic mirror
but I couldn’t tell you what the hell it was supposed to mean
because it was a Monday, no a Tuesday, no Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
unpin your butterflies
a love to love like no other can
open up your skull
I’ll be there.
through kaleidoscope eyes
my emerald city, downtown girl
whatever colors you have in your mind
why wait any longer for the one you love
when he’s standing in front of you
a darkness of white
Entre la nuit, la nuit et l’aurore.
Broken Home of Convention 