I'm fond of this image of us
Where off the stage you envelope me in the warmth of your embrace.
There ain't nothing left to discuss.
Of the burnt love letters remains just a trace.
Could you, perchance, be sculpted
From the fabrics of my cognitions?
Destined to mirror nought
But my anticipated essence.
'Cause I grasped that
The wistful and lovelorn sentiment of longing
Often outshines
The satisfaction of having.
And have you liked being imaginary?
In that place you were so fond of
Could you, perchance, be sculpted
From the fabrics of my cognitions?
Destined to mirror nought
But my anticipated essence.
And in the moment your gaze met mine the Earth was in the depths of your eyes.
Jenny Arolfo M. - Utopian Tales Lyrics
Jenny Arolfo M. - Utopian Tales Lyrics
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I'm fond of this image of us
Where off the stage you envelope me in the warmth of your embrace.
There ain't nothing left to discuss.
Of the burnt love letters remains just a trace.
Could you, perchance, be sculpted
From the fabrics of my cognitions?
Destined to mirror nought
But my anticipated essence.
'Cause I grasped that
The wistful and lovelorn sentiment of longing
Often outshines
The satisfaction of having.
And have you liked being imaginary?
In that place you were so fond of
Could you, perchance, be sculpted
From the fabrics of my cognitions?
Destined to mirror nought
But my anticipated essence.
And in the moment your gaze met mine the Earth was in the depths of your eyes.
Where off the stage you envelope me in the warmth of your embrace.
There ain't nothing left to discuss.
Of the burnt love letters remains just a trace.
Could you, perchance, be sculpted
From the fabrics of my cognitions?
Destined to mirror nought
But my anticipated essence.
'Cause I grasped that
The wistful and lovelorn sentiment of longing
Often outshines
The satisfaction of having.
And have you liked being imaginary?
In that place you were so fond of
Could you, perchance, be sculpted
From the fabrics of my cognitions?
Destined to mirror nought
But my anticipated essence.
And in the moment your gaze met mine the Earth was in the depths of your eyes.
Writer: Jenny Arolfo Marku
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