A tinny sound
to fill my head
there's nothing found
for me just yet
Drossy times
and love sublime
you have to read
between the lines
A GOOD DEGREE OF LOVE
WAS INWROUGHT INTO OUR VERY FRAME
THE FAIRYTALES OF DOOM
APPEALING TO MY MIND AGAIN
And all I feel
you see it's real
I will embark
on my own thing
But in your head
this love is dead
and I'm instead
pretending to be