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I had a dream tonight again
It was you and me this time
And you were off to die
(Hey Anna!)
We climbed the rocks up just to find
A cloakroom fortress
So we closed in, urged to hide
And surprisingly
Stumbled across two ancestors of ours
Well, ancestors in school terms, believed to be dead long time
Yet they were there, all flesh and blood
Selling art to make a living

I saw
You were sitting, your lip falling
The upper one not stiff as well
Your eyes pulled in, the vacuum be it –
I think you should be charged again
With not stopping right before
You fell to commit dawning crime
Quite against your ideology

Oh the tree
Thought we were gifted to still have it
But when the lights came tip the floor
I got so repulsed I almost cut it

A message came
That my sister somewhere skiing
Had just passed out at the turnstiles,
Losing place in queue for poma
But as was later heard to say,
She hadn’t seen it coming

And there I was
Not to think that I
Not to think that I
Was not thinking at all
A steamy stream got outta my head
Too much under pressure, yo‘
Now I reckon
It wasn’t punk enough to count

And then I melted for a while
Quitting trials to be cool,
All so warmed up in your arms
And one wonderful phrase we tasted
Thanks to pace of my goodbyes

Having finnished
I see my body taking long deep breaths
Guess it’s stealing back the ones I owe it
I’m close to think it’s vaporizing me
It always has some great style to it in my head
…yes
I kinda aimed at fainting
And seeing colours when I finally
Stop missing on my mission

Do you wanna build a snowman?
Please let’s go and build a snowman!
At least for effect
And its taking someone else