God - my room is so beautiful
When I'm stuck to the ceiling,
Making it so meaningful,
Filled with a pleasured feeling...
'N' my God,
your eyes shine like fire!..
Wish I could be burning
The gas and fly higher,
(Always higher...
Like water and fire...)
It's so intense, it makes me free
From all the freedom I thought I had...
Counting backwards from five to three
Waking up in the hospital bed...
They tell me my bike is in pieces
And I smile cause she's never gone,
I'll spend months repairing the leaches
of my Sade, my pretty girl, the One.
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