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In between the magic of the moment
and the hand that holds it all
coming from the paper moon
that hangs above our heads
the light that hits your hair is soft and gentle
like the flowers on the walls
of desert and evacuated old heartbreak hotels
And looking in your eyes I'm trapped
inside a giant sea of neon lights
a tunnel of creation where I end and you begin
your heart is like a locomotive driving patiently into the night
with every single touch I feel it beating from within
your polyester skin
Whether in a coma or a state of total bliss and harmony
I am often feeling like a tourist in my time
no matter how far I walk or wherever I run to chase my dreams
I always end up feeling deaf and dumb and left behind
And looking in your eyes I'm trapped
inside a giant sea of neon lights
a tunnel of creation where I end and you begin
your heart is like a locomotive driving patiently into the night
with every single touch I feel it beating from within
your polyester skin