Surrealism at my right,
Celestial reality up above,
Oh how I missed this feeling,
The feeling of being in love.
Euphoric palettes gladden my toes,
Living 30,000 high on 28,
Let these desires come between us,
Let time do all but separate.
So tell me that all is fine,
Tell me that this is where we belong,
Cliche 35s on repeat,
Cliche moments all night long.
Does it have to end so soon,
Leave your love with a kiss,
Oh how I missed this feeling,
The feeling of something like this.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
Surrealism at my right,
Celestial reality up above,
Oh how I missed this feeling,
The feeling of being in love.
Euphoric palettes gladden my toes,
Living 30,000 high on 28,
Let these desires come between us,
Let time do all but separate.
So tell me that all is fine,
Tell me that this is where we belong,
Cliche 35s on repeat,
Cliche moments all night long.
Does it have to end so soon,
Leave your love with a kiss,
Oh how I missed this feeling,
The feeling of something like this.
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