Who was hoping for something a little better than in the under
When a part of such musty thoughts evaporate every wonder
Run away to my little world; do come in
Put your life into my hands, and then take it from me
Whose free form line and space
Whose comfortable haiku
As for running through shadows, that tunnel of life becomes me hey
As for nothing else matters, her eyes reveal the story
What she breathes is a song to her
Or run away to my little world; my territory
Put your time into my hands, and then wait here for me
Who's free from time and space
Whose comfortable high coup
Scent and sight and taste for you
She decided to stay here a little longer than just forever
As the sky was the sea, the story became the weather
Whose free form line and space
Whose comfortable haiku
Scent and sight and taste for you
Who's free from time and space
Whose comfortable high coup
Scent and sight and taste for you