I'm breathing, it's harder now, with all the cigarettes I smoke.
I'm drinking, not thinking straight.
But then I'm sleeping all the time,
I can't relive the past, no matter how it used to be.
To speak and dance again with you, to speak and to dream, like we used to.
Life is fast, I have it all inside my hands,
life is fast, if I can stand to stand it.
We're speaking this, that and then
and everything that's going about,
quit lagging, try keeping up.
I could lie here all day, not move an inch for anyone, butterfly, better life, maybe not at all.
Burn me biug yellow queen, I'm high looking down on me.
I'm alone just like I ought to be.
I forget all the things I say, just waste away, but I'm o.k.
Build a city in this little old head of ine, and slip away for a short time.