Tell me that you'll love me.
Because I've got this saffron, heavy dream where you sing to me and golden notes pour from your lips and we are something close to envy.
But envy can't even get close to us.
Tell me that you'll keep your eyes
(that can coax amber into aging)
trained on me and kept right here where there's something to see.
And don't sell me some lies about how once you've seen one you've seen them all,because
I am not all and I never claimed to be.
And after all, what you see is what you get,
and I have seen exactly what you got from me and there are advantages to being
And they tell me
that the best things in life are free
so why did you come to me with such a heavy fee
on your head?
So go ahead and
Tell me that you love me.
And then ask me
why I don't believe you.