I'll viste you, one tuesday on the moon,
We'll sit in your closet and have tea.
Watch movies and chat,
Doing the things we talked about and all that,
The monsters won't bother us right now,
We are fine and happy, the world has been shut out.
I will dress in my shirt, purply and buttons,
With strip socks of the black and white,
Casing shadows in our space,
Locked away...
I ask you to sing me a song,
Nothing in particular but something from your mind,
Open up the window for me,
Shock us all, all mankind
With the beauty you may tell.
When sadness creeps in I'll wash it way,
This is your haven with me you can stay,
We are a hidding from terrors untold,
I'll fight for you, a soldier so bold,
If they capture you and take you afar,
Distance shall not be a barrier that could keep me elsewhere,
Find the passage that could pilot me home,
And I'll take revenge on those who dare
To tamper with my tale of us.
Unleash my monsters on them, and My Joe,
Whom we all know,
Wil kick the ass of those icky druids
(But where did they come from...
The closet? probably... you have no idea what I can find in there....)
Tis a marraige of many things,
When the angels shall fly on their broken wings,
And the passion carries on the wind and rings,
Through the space left where love brings,
Melody the heart seems to sing.
So I'll tuck you away, and dream me a dream,
Awake in the night and all will be as it is deemed
To be.

 
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