ꊯreefalling through £motions –
The resting place of Ỏur dreams
สัs the bell sings of the finale
Of every よoving kissing
The trembling walls of our doubt;
Oh, to THESE faithless ₮eens

Trusting the world's shallow views –
And of course it's always leading
Always Đictating our lives;
Investing in fleeting illusions of things
First, $ell out all of your dreams –
⼹rase their gentle sweet feeling

Still if I die toƠ early;
Bury me in the resting
Place of my đreams