Constantly, boy you played through my mind like a symphony
There's no way to describe what you do to me
You just do to me, what you do
And it feels like I've been rescued
I've been set free
I am hyptonized by your destiny
You are magica...
Is there a cure among us
From this processed sanity
I weaken with each voice that sings
In this world of purchase
I'm going to buy back memories
To awaken some old qualities
Sometimes you just know when things are over. There is no warning, no final departure call. It just happens like a slow trickling drip till nothing remains but emptiness.
Love can be warm and embracing or cold and lonely. It can be sweet and kind or cruel and mean. Only the fanatical or the very stupid would brave such a hostile frontier if only to claim just a taste of such exquisite bliss.