I don't like trying, I want to believe, in something vibrant, that makes me follow endlessly,into the giant, below to the sea, we fade to violet, a love in post-modernity.But you think that you never feel, like living in the new ideal, or maybe for the big reveal,you'll say that it was all unreal.If only you could be sincere, then maybe you would have no fear,and we could start it all again, not somewhere else but here.So take your violence, and throw it away, it's not my style to, get caught up in a broken game,I would be lying, if I said I wasn't hurt, but no use crying, I only get what I deserve.But you think that you never feel, like living in the new ideal, or maybe for the big reveal,you'll say that it was all unreal.If only you could be sincere, then maybe you would have no fear,and we could start it all again, not somewhere else but here.Where you could come tonight, I would do another time, run a twenty line,and maybe you'll feel fine, like you did when we left eyes, you were twenty five.Where you could come tonight, I would do another time, run a twenty line,and maybe you'll feel fine, like you did when we left eyes, you were twenty five.Where you could come tonight, I would do another time, run a twenty line,and maybe you'll feel fine, like you did when we left eyes, you were twenty five.