Album: Third Eye
I see you through a fog so dense
Like a sky strained through my mind
Like a very sudden changhe
Someone you left behind
The year the great strike broke out
Fruit rotted on the tres
Fell into stagnent pools
reflections of me
Love- it can be so ugly
It leaves with so much pain
You - I think I loved - Because
Like me your not quite sane
(Love is not love) Give me something I can feel
(Love is not love) Give me love that's so surreal
Tie your chains around me
'Cuz I am sick of being free
The Santa Ana's are blowing tonight
Reminding me of you
You out me on an astral plain
I'm thinking of you
So give to me a little charity
I think I'm feeling down
It's kind of strange how I feel much better
When you're around
Love- it can be so ugly
It leaves with so much pain
You - I think I loved -Because
Like me your not quite sane
And I know - I've lived in this state before
I know the score
Yes I know what it's like - not to tell
Reality from delusion
The solution is
Love is love is love
(Love is not love) Give me something I can feel
(Love is not love) Give me love that's so surreal
Tie your chains around me
'Cuz I am sick of being free
(Love is not love) Give me something I can feel
(Love is not love) Give me love that's so surreal
Tie your chains around me
'Cuz I am sick of being free
Sing it on out
Sing it out
Singing it out
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