To Whom It May Concern

I can vividly see your dim lights from distance but still can't imagine your love for instance The closer I move towards you The more I realize I'm a fool The more I realize I'm a fool The more I imagine a possible coup In your corrupt regime, let me be your saviour, maybe a bottle of champagne Mark my words we are exactly, what mama call love birds We are the evil holy angels and the last living legends As I enlarge my arms for a hug Beware that this sweet man, can as well be a thug