Samantha

The image of your face is buried in reverberating caves
And I could search for endless hours, blinded by the violet haze
You lured me in with sunny beaches and clear water
Then you led me to the slaughter while I begged to be your slave

Your perfume lingers as I blindly stagger down Clarendon Road
I met you, kissed you, maybe even would have loved you, but who knows?
Your soft tequila smile cuts deep until I've no more sense of time
There's no denying I should have come here long ago

Samantha, Samantha
If I could see your face, I'd know that you were real
Samantha, Samantha
A falling bird would know the way I feel
But until I hit the ground
I'm just waiting till Samantha comes around

I wake up moments later on a pile of wooden leaves
The taste of fingers and the honey from an old woman's bees
Maybe your face is nothing more than just a wisp of smoke
Descending from the fire of my old recurring dreams

Samantha, Samantha
If I could see your face, I'd know that you were real
Samantha, Samantha
A falling bird would know the way I feel
But until I hit the ground
I'm just waiting till Samantha comes around

In my mind, you are some great and powerful thing
I just can't seem to solve the mystery of you
You cut me deep, I cut you loose
We disagreed and called a truce
Your metal eyes are staring sightlessly through sunken flesh
That I once thought I knew

Oh, Samantha, Samantha
If I could see your face I'd know that you were real
Samantha, baby, Samantha
If I could hear your voice I'd know the way you feel
But until I hear that sound
I'm just waiting
I'm just waiting till Samantha comes around
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