Your beauty lies but I got nothing to do
but fall for you.
The yellow buzzing of a spring afternoon
keeps me in tune.
Intoxicated by the air on it's own,
I play alone.
And when I play everyday means war,
but I won't stop till I get some more.
I'll follow blindly through anxiety maze,
phase after phase.
The shaky hands that play this slow purple blues
got nothing to lose.
And when they play everyday means war,
but they won't stop till they get some more.
There's no loss of opportunity,
just choices in reality, see…
You and I can somehow co-exist
as long as we keep surviving this mist.
And when we play everyday means war,
but we won't stop till we get some more.
released September 14, 2012
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