Amour de soi. |
I take you with me now
Between the eyelets of black lace...
They all talk
They all are saying...
In this absent holiday
I wear butterflies with heavy wings...
Don't hate me for that I am GOLDEN, |
When it comes to paranoia, I'd rather be wrong 1 million times than be right once. |
When nothing is as it seemed, anything is possible. |