Sympathetic
Meditate my way into a subconscious haze Watch the friction as it kicks into your better days Bout the same time the sun turned in turbulent rays I caught a fever; I'm in a craze And I still crave you But it's clear I'm in another room than you Lights blind my eyes and I can't get through Clawing through the crowd to get to- who I fall down; everything is dark blue And I still crave you But it's clear But it's clear life is but a dream But it's clear life is but a dream












