Waking up and seeing a bright white light,
In my green straitjacket. Or is it pink?
They're here again to put me back on the train going downtown.
My only escape is my beautiful mind,
Where I retreat to when all gets messy.
This time I go back to the time I brought a whole block down,
All to preserve your golden grace with which you danced.
Because I was entranced in your steps,
All I saw was nothing but to make you mine
I did not plan for your response, and since I can't have you, nobody can.
This is where I missed it, and I wish I could bring you back.
That's why I always go back to the moment, wishing I could turn back the hands of time.
