And with death comes peace?
Does it?
Has anyone ever come back to tell us this?
Where do we go when we sleep?
You walk down streets, avenues and alleyways.
You meet yourself around every corner.
You experience deja vu in certain places
And it's only because you've seen the same place in a movie.
Your own movie.
Your play.
Was it really an apple?
So perfect and red.
Not too sweet, a little tart in taste.
Why so forbidden?
Why tarnished in reputation?
Why not revered and adored, and known for its passion?
Why not just say what it really was?
I don't want it to be.
But it has to be exclusively special. That's all I want.
A place in your world, where I stay.
A place that doesn't exist for another.
Let the world walk on by.
Nobody will notice us, so don't be shy.
We won't feel the rain,
Soaking us through.
It's just me and you.
So spin my world
Spin me around
There's nobody watching us,
We'll never be found.