I need to be calm, I have to stay stone
But under the palm my heart’s drumming low tone
I am fainting around, my brain’s going mad
Sometimes I feel happy, but mostly I am sad.
I am waiting for something to fall from the skies,
My sweet prince is charming, you, dwarfs, tell me lies
That he has no feelings, I know that’s not true
He’s warm-hearted creature, he’ll be my breakthru
I wanna be listened, I am craving your mind
I got rid of wool pulled on ‘eyes of a blind
My feelings are real, through layers of clothes
You had to be warmed by my vibrance of loves
O times, or illusion, I cannot be brave
To open that secretly treasured cave
I know, you remember, upon once a dream
That old-times connection with flash-laser-beam
Music Video https://youtu.be/B6-7Uxa95_Q?si=nClc5BXkX69enOEy
O Times, or illusion
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