Who reigns in that silence,
When you sleep in the afternoon?
You reach out to emptiness,
Until the reaching out feels empty too.
We'll come to my darling, yeah.
Or we'll wake up to someone new
Who makes up the fundamental, the fundamental you.
This was made for me.
This is make believe,
Like slight of hand
And a custom vagrancy of mind.
Well, I demand it.
It's just my agency.
My flight of fancy.
Flight of fancy.
I demand it.
You reach out to freedom.
You reach out to be consumed.
There's a part of you starving.
There's a part of me that over blooms.
The sun stains the ocean.
The pink house returns to gloom.
And becomes the fundamental,
The elemental hue.
This was made for me.
This is make believe,
Like slight of hand
And a custom vagrancy of mind.
Well, I demand it.
It's just my agency.
My flight of fancy.
Flight of fancy.