You don't even have a hearing ♪ But i tell you just in case anyway If i leave this place and you are left here Always stay chimerical ♪ It's not just the winters that cause frost ♪ Or gloomy blurry autumns that make you lost My womb is not as gloomy as this bed It's more like a tomb when you're on earth ♪ The good ones make no child ♪ You don't even have the force of seeing ♪ But i show just in case anyway
Without fantasy you'll go down the drain Always stay utopian ♪ And i wish you hot summers of excess
And irrational springtime fondness Until then make my womb your favorite bed I can't handle the thought that you'll get hurt