I know it's there.

And yet,
I want to quit.

For what?

But why?

And then I try to kiss you,
But you push me away.

My head is spinning,

I know you're there.

Cloven fantasy,

Behind those hazel eyes.

I'll just turn it up a little louder.

La, la, la,
But I can't drown out the pleasure,

Even if perhaps there's something there.

And in this cloven, mystic, dreaming,

Flowers dance,

The sky grows larger,

The moon shines boundless,

This dyed coloured love,

Cloven attraction,
A living mystery,

And none of it makes sense.