Complicated Mind
You met a day, people say it's an unattainer's life.
You met a fate on holiday, promenade, you walked on fire.
And I fell into arms so round.
Bring me up.
Put me down.
Where will it lead, to a dream of an automated life.
You're the disease for the cure girl it makes us unalive.
And I fell into arms so round.
Bring me up.
Put me down.
Swear my mouth is open wide.
Swallow the entire night.
Not a trace of this place left behind.
Not a trace of this space or this time.
It's all there in your complicated mind.
You met a fate on holiday, promenade, you walked on fire.
And I fell into arms so round.
Bring me up.
Put me down.
Where will it lead, to a dream of an automated life.
You're the disease for the cure girl it makes us unalive.
And I fell into arms so round.
Bring me up.
Put me down.
Swear my mouth is open wide.
Swallow the entire night.
Not a trace of this place left behind.
Not a trace of this space or this time.
It's all there in your complicated mind.
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Writer(s): Gregory Keith Curvey
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