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I'm holding Forward on my player,
turning pages on my phone,
having bitten fictional baits
and healed all prick wounds on my throat
I tried to mimic you back when your hallowed range
could not be matched by my unoiled door screech
Your inspiration seems to be within your reach
yet your pen commands the Vikings to raid...
again
His songs about an ocean, hers -
riots ambiguous for sale
All songwriters that I praised
turned out the first ones to betray
Idolatry dismays
Thus, now I'm asking as a guest behind the glass
before the colours on the proud flag fade
describe your photographs,
crushes from your high school class
Elevate!
(delayed echo: Elevate)
I'm gripping this device
that keeps you close to me
The hunger in my mind
differs from erotic needs
Sing to me
Make me wave my hands
to a story of two ladies
who made a joyful pact
I want the mermaids to be friendly
and the vampires not to creep
I wish Dark Sarah took her journeys
not because of the evil tree
I want to wear the folklore pants, though meant for men
and dance with the mistress of my heart
Alas, electric symphonies are all I have
Should I meet her, I'll hurt again
So elevate!
I find comfort in our flag
but its colours seem to fade
All the singers whom I loved
were the first ones to change
I'm gripping this device
that keeps you close to me
The hunger in my mind
differs from erotic needs
The singers of high keys
left their genre behind
when it's the duo of strings
that excites
Sing to me
Make me wave my hands
to a story of two ladies
who made a joyful pact
the pact that lasts