LYRICS: ‘A Statuesque Beloved’

She’s a rose in the shadows of weeds
A china doll in an empty playhouse
A Tinkerbell without a Pan
A flaming bulb calling me to the light.

Air-Con in an airless world
Colour in a sepia place
Music breaking silence’s scream
A perfect dreaming haunting place.

She’s an oasis in the desert of life
A blur in reality’s cold dark vision
I’m reaching out to touch her skin
Delicate and fragile porcelain.

Air-Con in an airless world
Colour in a sepia place
Music breaking silence’s scream
A perfect dreaming haunting place.

Take my hand and fly with me
Don’t look down, you’re safe, trust me.

Air-Con in an airless world
Colour in a sepia place
Music breaking silence’s scream
A perfect dreaming haunting place.

Can’t believe such beauty
A statuesque beloved.
A statuesque beloved.

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