All you wanted was another man who could dance like Jamiroquai.
I hoped to see you glittering like Jupiter,
Chromatophores in the dark.
But you locked yourself away.
Way out of reach,
behind armies of lies,
beyond the salient hills.
Being a visionary doesn't necessarily get you the woman you want.
Suspended in a sun beam on the motive dust,
I was tee'd up for your animal.
You sowed the seeds of pain,
I've got to reap them down.
Somebody save my soul.
But all you did was move it on uncertain like the flight of a feather,
I wanted you to move it on so certain like the path of a river.
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