Hyperreal Times
This place is haunting
your face is daunting
what surrounds us
is beautiful decay
we'll never that high
to look at it the same
I write about the past
because it's the only thing
that lasts
like the parts of you
I'll never get back
I loved it where we met
the garden with the muses
watching your silhouette
dance to Spanish music
summer was ending
but you were the beginning
of every little spark in me
turning into fire
every little spark in me
turning into fire
The waterfalls whispered your name
as I watched you below
wishing I could meet you again
I write about the past
because it's the only thing
that lasts
like the hyperreal times
that moved so fast
I love it where we met
the garden with the tulips
watching your cigarette
dance to Spanish music
summer was ending
but you were the beginning
of every little spark in me
turning into fire
every little spark in me
turning into fire
I write about the past
because it's the only thing that lasts
Like the hyperreal times
that moved so fast
I loved it where we met
the garden with the muses
watching your silhouette
dance to Spanish music
summer was ending
but you were the beginning
of every little spark in me
turning into fire
every little spark in me
turning into fire
your face is daunting
what surrounds us
is beautiful decay
we'll never that high
to look at it the same
I write about the past
because it's the only thing
that lasts
like the parts of you
I'll never get back
I loved it where we met
the garden with the muses
watching your silhouette
dance to Spanish music
summer was ending
but you were the beginning
of every little spark in me
turning into fire
every little spark in me
turning into fire
The waterfalls whispered your name
as I watched you below
wishing I could meet you again
I write about the past
because it's the only thing
that lasts
like the hyperreal times
that moved so fast
I love it where we met
the garden with the tulips
watching your cigarette
dance to Spanish music
summer was ending
but you were the beginning
of every little spark in me
turning into fire
every little spark in me
turning into fire
I write about the past
because it's the only thing that lasts
Like the hyperreal times
that moved so fast
I loved it where we met
the garden with the muses
watching your silhouette
dance to Spanish music
summer was ending
but you were the beginning
of every little spark in me
turning into fire
every little spark in me
turning into fire
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Writer(s): Gabriela Alejandra Besel
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