Sound sung stringing song sewn with strain
I can drain the memories but wavelength tends to mess with things
Like the fact that it's just easy to breathe
But I'll tell you one thing
I can't remember one thing for the life of me
What's left to say?
You turn me on
But you escape me
We're locking eyes
You have no clothes
It's so much simpler when you know you're not exposed
It's the notion that you come to find
But only when you're not in full control of your emotion
All or none and you can't decide
At least once a day
Several lives crossed between the lines
On a grid expanding to be disposed
A finger on me
Finger figures of a harbinger
A sensor that's so null
Perceived as a signal
A pointless retrieval
For new disapproval
So spontaneous and undefined
But for all conclusions that dare to defy me
I decide on this light above
And it has to be pure
Naturism both granted and lost
By the touch of hands and the voice of mind
To tell you one thing
It's to yourself
A sensor that's so null
Perceived as a signal
A pointless retrieval
For new disapproval
And if I say I want to keep it
I'll more just try to reach it
In hopes that I can see it
So why try to tell me
I can only do nothing
And dreams are impossible
What I have come to adore is lost
Screaming at the mist so soft
From this day forth I am gone
A sensor that's so null
Perceived as a signal
A pointless retrieval
For new disapproval
And if I say I want to keep it
I'll more just try to reach it
In hopes that I can see it
So why try to tell me
I can only do nothing
And dreams are impossible

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