Might look so grand from a distance that you need to touch It gives a vision of the simple, but it isn’t much
I won't be fooled by its touch of emotional supply The scent of affair in heavy allure will dry The cold and the bare grasped so delicate by one’s eye Is why we can't ally and elope to wry
Almost forgotten the way we used to live for play To be accepted, I must blend into convention's way And sing in universal ways
I won't be fooled by its touch of emotional supply The scent of affair in heavy allure will dry The cold and the bare grasped so delicate by one’s eye Is why we can't ally and elope to wry
