Your Name Looks Like It Floats
Your heart is a carnival waiting to be explored
Your dreams are hysterical, your psyche just needs to be warned
As the thick and the rich molasses drip in between your spinal cord
You scream to the sky, now if heaven fell down you'd be happy
Only happy, the only thing I've ever wanted for you
Happy as watermelons burst from your skull
Happy to be alive, if only for this one night
You can breathe, you can dance, you can sing...
Your mind is a playhouse full of tricks and young brats
Your mind is so cynical filled with crooks and old rats
Hysteria puts you where you want to be
Alone in a white room, temporarily free
If you could only see, how the world is yours
How it's in your reach, you can win the war
Temper is trying and pulling you down
Break away from your chains
You come tumbling down
Fall headfirst into open water
Your name looks like it floats
And the world is not sour
Sweetie makes the most of it
And you're happy...
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