You can't change the color
But you can change the shape
You can't change the color
Now, off you go
In search of a soul
All you found was your shadow
Carving out a tunnel
And running through the middle
Searching for a light
Reverie
Reverie
Reverie
Reverie
Sting my skin with poison
Yellow, purple, bulbous
Itch like hell
I can almost taste you
You taste like lemon juice
Tip of my tongue
First I chew it up
Then I spit it out
It's covered with the juices from my mouth
Same goes for the seagulls
I hate to make it difficult
Close but no cigar
Reverie
Reverie
Reverie
Reverie
Reverie
Reverie
Reverie
Reverie
Reverie
Reverie
Reverie
Reverie
You can't change the color
But you can change the shape
You can't change the color
But you can change the shape
You can't change the color
But you can change the shape
You can't change the color
But you can change the shape