if i go through the door
to the grey area
my dear
my wonderwall
my fire prince
the one with gold blood
if world war three
does break out
will you be on my side?
i feel the answer is no.
will i tell you how i feel?
if, and will you
will i
my dear
for now i don't know.

are you ready to start
world war three?
an unending battle
of how could you's
and shock
ridicule on my part
there would be explosions
of anger
and sadness
i would seek refuge in your arms
away from the gunfire,
but how could i return?
there is a battle zone.

are you ready to start
world war three?
all you have to do
is kiss me.

this morning
your head turned
and i felt my heart stop.
maybe it's because
today i felt beautiful
and i felt confident
is that why you turned your head?
or maybe it was the makeup...
i wouldn't be surprised
i haven't worn this much makeup in a long time,
it's only for today
tomorrow i'll go back
to minimal face
and long sleeves
but your head turned
for me.
just don't tell me the reason.
let me dream.

i find myself again
at the door of the
grey area
i've been old to turn back
i've told myself to turn back
but you captivate me
and interest me.
what lies beyond the door
troubles me
but curiousty killed the cat
and I find myself reaching.
but I tell myself
you can't.
leave the grey area alone
but god I find myself reaching.