I wonder what is dream and what is truth,
It's like the ceiling has become the floor,
Like JGL dressed in a three piece suit,
Each time I think I've reached the end there's more.
I don't know where these feelings bloomed out from,
What fateful moment might have truck the spark,
I'm three deep levels down at least, I'm dumb,
Please have some care, don't leave me on the fourth.
Yet so far down where ground can become sky,
And reflections go on and on for days,
I will not stop to think or question why,
I've never been so happy in a haze.
If it's a dream I hope it never stops,
You've got me spinning, spinning like a top.
It's like the ceiling has become the floor,
Like JGL dressed in a three piece suit,
Each time I think I've reached the end there's more.
I don't know where these feelings bloomed out from,
What fateful moment might have truck the spark,
I'm three deep levels down at least, I'm dumb,
Please have some care, don't leave me on the fourth.
Yet so far down where ground can become sky,
And reflections go on and on for days,
I will not stop to think or question why,
I've never been so happy in a haze.
If it's a dream I hope it never stops,
You've got me spinning, spinning like a top.
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