I know it's wrong,
must be wrong.
To have all these feelings
for just someone, somebody else.
You left me on the jet plane
and I said I'd hate to see you go.
The fluid that escaped from my eyes,
was made out of gold, salty gold.
Now that time has gone by, I think
all that gold was taken from you.
To our love, in the clouds
to all and nothing, mon amour.
I'm leaving on that jet plane,
after turning into gold.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 7:59 PM UTC
I know it's wrong,
must be wrong.
To have all these feelings
for just someone, somebody else.
You left me on the jet plane
and I said I'd hate to see you go.
The fluid that escaped from my eyes,
was made out of gold, salty gold.
Now that time has gone by, I think
all that gold was taken from you.
To our love, in the clouds
to all and nothing, mon amour.
I'm leaving on that jet plane,
after turning into gold.
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