Behind a cut for those that don't wanna see my sophomoric acid-rock influenced poetry
In our illusion of swirling colors mellow,
I reach for you and you're gone.
What can we do with a peaceful strange illusion.
It can't show the way we must go.
In the dark night that is as bright as daytime,
A cloud passes over my head.
I turned around to see a neon rainbow,
And you, just standing in a daze.
What can we do with a peaceful strange illusion?
It can't show the way we must go.
What can we do with a peace of perfect pleasure?
What can we do but go home.
I reach for you and you're gone.
What can we do with a peaceful strange illusion.
It can't show the way we must go.
In the dark night that is as bright as daytime,
A cloud passes over my head.
I turned around to see a neon rainbow,
And you, just standing in a daze.
What can we do with a peaceful strange illusion?
It can't show the way we must go.
What can we do with a peace of perfect pleasure?
What can we do but go home.