Reality's sometimes so tough.
Don't want to speak of offense.
I'm sending my soul right above,
Away from earthly sober sense.
I want to speak of our souls,
Of art - oh that's such a cure.
I want to speak of it, because
That's something eternal and pure.
Rememb'ring mistakes is enough.
Don't want to feel cruel and tense.
Don't want to imagine me laugh
At him while he's making amends.
I want to make a quiet pause
And look in soulmate's eyes.
I want to make it just because
They won't tell any lies.
Don't want to speak of plans
For real life endless routine.
I want to take my soulmate's hands
And speak of eternal and clean.
Reality's sometimes so tough.
But I know my flawless defense -
It's sending my soul right above,
Away from earthly sober sense.
Away from earthly sober sense
© Copyright: Анастасия Черр, 2015
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