How would it feel. The camera is kissing me. The telephone'll make you real. In sync and hours of sympathy. The wind is out but you can't feel. But you can lie, lie, lie, lie.
All the fallen leaves will find their branches again. Raindrops from the heavens, I'll eventually swim. A river, an ocean, a wave in my heart. We got your money now we'll make a new start.
Peter Pan break my fun. Stomp my feet cause I can't run. Chasing down the birthmarks of my dreams. Your shadow won't remind you. My shadow won't follow you if you fly.
Like a vibration. My reputation is hanging around my neck. It's hanging out in bars. But my perception of my perception. Is my confederate corn. It won't do me no good now.