Sisyphus is buried beneath my feet
I confess that I am happy
Dionysus is in my dreams
Keeping me drunk on love

Face pressed against the cold window
Were you ever real
Or just somebody to forget about
I feel myself suspended in love

With no direction
To no avail

Love is for the phantom mind
I wish I could tell you
That I am in love
With the idea of falling
In love with you