Strange Sleep Trimeric
Residual trance curves my lips,
prism hearts left behind in dreams;
Your lips as you pull my hair,
I want you when I wake up;
Prism hearts left behind in dreams
shine in the glow of morning eyes;
Oh if they could feel my head trip;
Your lips as you pull my hair,
we speak the same language;
Together in eternal intervals;
I want you when I wake up;
You demanding me cools me down;
Seduced by this strange sleep.
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