But it's moving so slow.
Time
doesn't have to exist.
We can reside in the fields of grass and I can pop my head through the long strands
Just to say hi and remind you I'm still here,
Oh to roll around in the dirt just to prove that the magic is never lost.
Only the ticking hands of our heart will slow up and speed down as to prove mans clock is a contrary delusion in the world of love.
It's black and white and then it's grey
And I'm afraid I can't see you as clear,
through the dust of fireworks that have bursted in the past.
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