What in the world could happen to us in this cloud of angel dust?
Nothing's amiss, the perfect kiss, many moments all at once.
Spiralling up, so high above the cliffs, as we must.
If your warmth abandons me, I'll feel no pain. Maybe this happiness will haunt me 'til my grave.
I don't know. What in the world could happen to us in this cloud of angel dust.
Leave us with our heads adrift on every ocean, all at once.
Leave us retired in a perfect kiss, where ignorance is bliss.
If your warmth abandons me, I’ll feel no pain.
Maybe this happiness will haunt me until my grave, I don't know.
Spiral up, high above, ignorance is bliss. It is!

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