She thinks I’m cool
While we dance on the floor
By night fall we were under the moon
With our clothes in the boot
I just hated the fact that home will soon be reality
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it…
and my fate will be my inability
With love in to infinity
We rush to the place of nobility
Trapped for life in a downwards
spiral of love and redemption
We look for the temptation
Just to find the illumination
In my self-actualization
Oh help me free
the one behind the tree.
