An idea
Idea that doesn't let you choose
As I stare into a blaze of desire
That is forever youthful
So I vanish to a cobalt sky
The shape of what I thought was I
Wild shadow with a pale blue eye
Romanticism must die
Ain't this the dream you wanted all along?
Solid honey you can call home
Ain't this the dream you wanted all along?
Most of us are just drifting
- Night Tapes
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