Lyric The Cynic

so pull me out of this dream
turn off the television
put on a romantic vinyl
and come to bed again
please be my next morning flower
but don t be here all the time
leave me a couple of hours
then bring me food and wine

…play with me, play with me
don t tell me how it feels
don t let it be for real
don t tell me how you feel

I ll make this week disappear
like I ve erased several month
it s turning into a year now
and I m still a manikin
you re so poetic when you re sad
so tiring when you cry
we could fly out and get married
I think I love you now.

…play with me, play with me
don t tell me how it feels
don t let it be for real
don t tell me how you feel