With Alice Cooper blasting through the speakers,
I turn to my love and tell her how much I love her,
She smiles and considers it idle talk
We fly through the sky with a pocket of metal around us,
What about love makes a man that's hardened in his ways, soft?
That makes a man who had once lost all hope, full of it?
It's the year 3017
Through my cryo-sleep I never wavered
She used to cry to sleep, bad men doing bad things
Through the pain was the only way she'd sing
I wonder if she could tell how much I favored,
Her, a friend and me, pretend
Until that fateful day
Where it all changed
Where it rearranged
Where love blossomed into a flower
A key that opened doors to happiness
To feelings so immaculate
I'm free without a shadow of a doubt
She looks at me and waves, eyes
innocent
“Whatcha thinkin about?”
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
With Alice Cooper blasting through the speakers,
I turn to my love and tell her how much I love her,
She smiles and considers it idle talk
We fly through the sky with a pocket of metal around us,
What about love makes a man that's hardened in his ways, soft?
That makes a man who had once lost all hope, full of it?
It's the year 3017
Through my cryo-sleep I never wavered
She used to cry to sleep, bad men doing bad things
Through the pain was the only way she'd sing
I wonder if she could tell how much I favored,
Her, a friend and me, pretend
Until that fateful day
Where it all changed
Where it rearranged
Where love blossomed into a flower
A key that opened doors to happiness
To feelings so immaculate
I'm free without a shadow of a doubt
She looks at me and waves, eyes
innocent
“Whatcha thinkin about?”
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