Standing On top of Utopia

The difference between fact and fiction
a quest for the young and the old
the power of sheer superstition
that often turns dirt into gold

We will end up making a baby
we will end up losing control
a job for man and a lady
with similar spirit and soul

Do you think it’s true
that our love will tear us apart
that I’m crazy for you
but will end up breaking your heart

In hope of some sort of reaction
I’m slightly ahead of our time
because it gives me satisfaction
I claim what is rightfully mine

And I am in many ways a pilgrim
but my intuition is gone
in presence of ghosts and of children
you will catch me singing a song

Do you think it’s true
that our love will tear us apart
that I’m crazy for you
but will end up breaking your heart

On a trip to the moon
I wander in between the stars
they explode like balloons
it has been like that from the start

Enough is enough, noone stops the catarpillar
the weight of the world already too much to bear
you do it loud, mix it up with vanilla
the sound is the best I have heard for a million years
from the thunder that came I was never the same
and I would stop to think of what to do
I was taking a leap I was playing for keeps with you 

The many touches on my skin
that’s lying between now and then
the many kisses on my chin
so severe
I can’t believe the state I’m in
i can’t believe what’s happening
we’ll never be this young again
Guenivere

A comic relief that makes room for my decision
to tighten the rope so that you never will forget
the music that comes from when playing with precision
the words are too rough i can’t shake it from off my head
I was making a mess for the better i guess
with a desire to be understood
there were people around with the need to get down for good

The many touches on my skin
that’s lying between now and then
the many kisses on my chin
so severe
I can’t believe the state I’m in
I can’t believe what’s happening
we’ll never be this young again
Guenivere