I'm caught in a symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you

I'm caught in a symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you

Did i really see you or was it a dream

In that it was seamless
Not a trace of wrong

Words that we have spoken
Little did we know

Pick an imitation
Always on me

You tried to be the light
Thinking you where right
Only to find that your unkind

Butter or the cream
You will always be
Below the Bove
Atleast to me

I'm caught in a symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you

But my words i fear not
High above main to

Not even convinced me
Perhaps they are untrue

Be with you the worst is
Always true and i can't

You are the benefits
Of all the doubts i have

Never hope to be
Asked by nine inchees
Funny how you
Always get trough
Butter or the cream
You will always be
Below the Bove
Atleast to me

Uhh Uhh Ahh Ahh