Immaculate Dreams
Immaculate Dreams
How I must look through your eyes,
Better or worse,
Maybe just tired love.
Black and white television sets
And souls full have confused memories.
Answers and lies.
Unconditional love,
Music will be silent
And true sadness will fall.
Finally we dream
And try to forget.
Inseparable hour
Interrogates us.
We've discovered our final frontier.
A true artist dying
And seeking.
Vampires killed this storm
While suckling on our blood
This mess hurts.
Profound sadness
Must severely conquer happiness.
Angels in strange lands
Seeking strange times.