What can I do with my obsession?. With the things I cannot see. Is there madness in my being?. Is it wind that blows the trees?. . Sometimes you're further than the moon.
I'll mimic everything you are to me. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you breathe. Obsessions, Obsessing... Obsessing, Obsessions. Sing a song, Sing a little song.
We sit in your room. So dark and strange. With yellow candles. Burning straight. Outside it rains. So silver and bright. A glaring light. Crashed into the sky.